Greg looks between the glowing orb his head caught, and the hand-shaped lantern still mocking him from its place on the table. It's not terribly hard to guess at what Casey means.

"Dunno. Something pretty sneaky, I take it."

He places the lantern on the table with a frown, letting the two ship-lanterns sit side by side.

"This is some sort of holiday about being scared, isn't it?"