[ There's a small smile, since he caught that mutter. But he wisely decides not to comment on it, knowing Ginger. ]

I think...considerin' what we've seen just chunks of the moon do—rot limbs, stir up ghosts, animate dolls and make them murderous—can you imagine what kinda nonsense the moon itself would do? And the people here have to deal with that every year. Kinda hard to blame bein' afraid of it, yeah?