"It seems I've underestimated a full ghost's capacity to store food."
Vlad had taken Danny to a buffet, just to test how much, if any, food would be consumed by the former Halfa. The results were emptying his wallet faster than he could empty his own two plates, and the amount of dishes stacked on their table was enough to fill about ten dishwashers.
Danny just would not stop eating.
"Are you even getting any sustenance from this nourishment?! Feeling the least bit full? Or is this some joke?!"
"Look, Vlad." The boy said between chopstickfulls of noodles "I've literally had nothing to eat since I died, the draw cut all my replenish reserves, and the only thing offered to me in the ghost zone were refreshments that tasted like air and had the same effect on my apetite as air would. I am literally...wasting away! So yes, I'm eating until I'm full thank you very much."
"Any ideas on when that'll be, Daniel?" Vlad tried keeping a calm demeaner despite clutching his fork in exasperation.
"Soon. I think."
"You realize this just puts a new layer of complications concerning the nature of ghosts." The billionare said thoughtfully "Technically, you shouldn't even need to eat. You're quite dead."
"Eh what can I say? I'm a growing ghostboy." Danny shrugged and went to get another plate of food.
Vlad sighed and groaned internally "Oh the woes of being the surrogate parent so to speak, of a teenager with a bottomless appetite." He smirked "Still, I get to check another 'rub Jack's face in it' moment off the list, 'Took Daniel out to eat', so I guess I can't complain. Besides, the next level of training I'll put him through will tax his body...or lack thereof, so he should stock up on energy while he has the strength to lift a fork."
He groaned as he saw the mountain of food on two plates coming towards him "Though I do believe next time I'll feed him BEFORE we begin the day's training. I don't know how much fatter the bill will be at this rate..."
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Tucker Foley, mayor of Amity Park, despite all his political power...couldn't escape the simple fact that his friend was fully dead. No amount of tech would bring him back. No potion or Fenton device would revive Danny Fenton. This game had no reset.
There was now only Phantom.
Not that it mattered to Tucker. Danny was Danny, except for that time when he'd split himself in half. Then there was Fun Danny and Hero Danny. Or he-who-must-not-be-named Danny. But they were all still Danny, in a way. Even the last one, who no one wanted to remember, yet somehow remained in their memory to be recalled whenever Danny was about to do something...un-Danny.
Tucker sighed.
Ironiclky, Danny was off with hius arch trying to learn a technique He-who-must-not-be-named Danny had already perfected. Somehow, Tucker felt that this course of action was all kinds of twisted. He didn't trust Vlad, and he knew that Danny couldn't possibly trust the fruitloop, but they needed the older Halfa's help, so he went along with it.
He just hoped Danny would still be Danny when this was all over.
"I miss you, buddy."
