If Mel had said something about magic, Doug probably would have fainted. Right there. And probably ended up smacking his head on the table, on the floor... would've been quite ugly.

"In a... school," he replied slowly, as if rolling the word over in his mouth to get a good taste of it. "In a... castle school." And gave a small, dorky giggle, looking around to the stone walls again. "I'm in a castle." Pause. "Like King Arthur or something."

He hesitated at her suggestion again, twisting his fingers together anxiously and debating. "I-I dunno," he finally said slowly. "I mean, I repeated my residency three times and. Huh!" Let's not go there, Doug. "I work in the morgue now." Beat. "Is there a morgue?"