"As long as your songs aren't pointed, semi-coded messages, you're already one better than Mimi."

Who shook her tail-feathered skirt and hastened over at the mention of her name. Sabine invested a little of her power in the ghost so that she could appear more fully, although it did nothing to resolve her face. Still, she was a reasonably clear figure in silvery-blue with purpleish detail, more like a hologram than a person of substance.

"Nick, Mimi. Mimi, Nick," Sabine said and then her mouth curved in a playful little smile. "I'm not exactly human and she's not human any more."