[Light hastily suppresses a laugh at the sight of his glitter-coated companion slipping and flailing through the trapdoor. He should probably feel bad for being amused by that, but it did look ridiculous. Besides, he's already a ghost. He's probably fine.]

Thanks for the warning.

[He sits down on the edge of the trapdoor and slides through it gently, coating himself in more glitter in the process. He lands on his feet, however. That's something.

He walks over to examine the dangling sign and frowns.]

"Exchange five sincere compliments each," huh? I wonder what happens if it decides we're lying.