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He was only mildly surprised when he opened the pizza in the kitchen and Leo materialized in the doorway.

Not all ghosts could smell food—or anything, really—but Leo probably could.

And now he was standing there, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed, looking at the pizza box with an expression of deep suspicion.

“What is that?”

“Pizza.”

“But where did it come from?”

“Somewhere in town. I forgot the name of the place.”

“But you didn’t call anyone.”

So Leo had been watching him while pretending to sulk.

Nate held up his phone. “I used this thing to order it.”

Leo tilted his head to the side. “What is that?”

“It’s a phone, but you can also use the Internet with it. Do you know what the Internet is?”

Leo’s gaze narrowed. “Of course I know.”

So he didn’t.

Nate tried something else. “When did you last use a phone?”

“I’m dead. Who would I call?”

“Before that.”

Leo’s jaw tightened. He didn’t answer.

Nate licked his lips. “How long have you been here, Leo?”

“Don’t call me that.”

“How long?”

“Longer than you.”

“Do you know when you were born?”

Silence.

“Do you know when you died?”

More silence. Leo’s arms were crossed so tightly he looked like he was holding himself together. “What do you care?” he asked.

Nate let it go. He held up the phone again. “I typed what I wanted into this, pressed a button, and someone drove here with food. That’s all.”

Leo looked at the phone, then at the pizza, then back at the phone. “Sure, I knew that.”

Nate nodded.

Leo’s gaze lingered on the pizza. “So are you gonna eat that or what?”