[Oh, bother. Why hadn't she just stayed upstairs? Susan rolls her eyes briefly to the ceiling before calmly beginning to collect the scattered tiles on the table. Though she pretends not to notice the staring, she speaks up after a few moments nonetheless.]

Well. It's a bit stupid of him to expect much from this 'family'.

[ . . . Pause.]

You can't ask Death and whatever you're supposed to be to sit down and play spelling games. I wouldn't even do it without a bribe.

[Another pause.]

Don't look so baffled.

He wants to be the quintessential family man, but he isn't going about it the right way, that's all. You understand, Grandfather -- His mind can't deal with non-humans, so he projects his own thought processes and imagines we'll behave exactly like he would. I'm sure it went along the lines of, "I loved this game when I was Slugger's age. If we play together, everything will be sunshines and rainbows and we'll come together as a 'family'. At the very least, dead things will stop appearing on my pillow."

And not even touching on his own psychological issues and his frustration from earlier today, I expect he thinks of himself as the odd one out -- Or rather, he's the only normal one and the rest of us are all quite mad, and it's up to him to bring us all into line. So he's off being mopey about how no one appreciates him.

Apologize to him later, Slugger. It was a nice thought.