The conversation didn't die down after that.
If anything, Zack's ability to stir things up only made it livelier. And Ethan didn't know whether to be happy or unhappy about this development.
Julia, practically bouncing in her seat, kept asking more questions about Ethan's house. "Is it really that big?" she asked, eyes shining with curiosity.
Zack nodded with exaggerated enthusiasm. "Oh, you have no idea. I stepped in there once and almost got lost. I thought I was in some kind of movie — huge halls, high ceilings, fancy furniture. But it's so quiet, I swear I could hear my own heartbeat."
Julia gasped. "Is it haunted?"
Ethan shot Zack a glare, but the man only grinned.
"Who knows? Maybe the ghost of a lonely rich guy roams the halls, waiting for someone to finally hire a bunny-eared maid to keep him company."
Ethan groaned, rubbing his temple. "Zack…"
Claire, who had been mostly listening, tilted her head. "Bunny-eared maid?"