By now Ted was grounded, though relieved that the feather flurry had died down somewhat. He was still shaking with residual comedy. "Why, what's he doing?" He turned towards Trevenant, who was offering himself as prime nesting real estate. "I know, isn't he hospitable? He's always been good with woodland creatures. A regular Snow White."

It took Ted more than it should to notice the gun, on the other hand. His eyes followed the path towards you know who, leading to a gasp. "Gengar! Stop that!" The ball dispersed. Gengar snickered with his eyes to the side, hands behind his back and doing a deliberately poor job of looking innocent. Not that its owner would've known.

"Sorry, you'll have to forgive him. Likes practical jokes and, you know, winding people up for reactions." As evidenced by the ghostly giggling going on. "Didja see the look on his face? What a sap!"

"You can holster your firearm; he wouldn't hurt a fly." "Yeah, I squash 'em too fast 'fore they feel anything."

"Well, not if he weren't battling, anyway."