"You're welcome, mom." He replied as he went back to stirring, tipping the next precisely-measured ingredient into the pan, careful not to splash, tone gone breezy as he added: "And if all else fails, I can sure as hell figure out how to make him solid enough to push off a balcony."

Which probably wasn't a long-term solution either, because then he'd be a ghost of a ghost, and that would probably end up being like a copy of a copy after a while, blurrier and increasingly illegible, and he definitely already had enough ghosts like that to contend with.

But for her sake? For the sake of the rest of them? He absolutely would.