Ben made a timely reappearance, table cloth sloppily stuffed inside its ribcage, as it carried one of those foldable-legged tables high above its skull, which was still bejeweled with meatball-eyes. It grinned widely as it rattled and skipped hurriedly back to the club display. "WHERE SHOULD I PUT IT?" it asked excitedly. Its skull snapped right and left rapidly to observe who would voice a suggestion first.

After giving his initial informative responses, as per his administration staff instincts, Finnegan backed off a little and let the actual Undead Club take over, observing thoughtfully. This girl was rather amusing, and terribly blunt. He was glad she'd at least been temporarily placated on the eyeball consumption issue. If she were a student, he would've offered her his guidance, as he specialized in helping people settle in to this new environment-- but she wasn't a student.

And Ben the skeleton was absolutely hilarious, very enthusiastic. Finn liked this one quite a bit, and chuckled at his reappearance, offering a little wave. He wasn't easily frustrated, especially not by excitable behavior. "Hi, Ben! Enjoying summer?"

He listened to Makara's explanation and nodded, smiling. "I would've enjoyed a club like this when I was in school. Ah, along with the undead, the club includes those who have powers based around them, like mediums or necromancers. I happen to be both undead and a necromancer, myself, so I always have fun visiting and seeing what they're up to."

Ben listened closely to Makara while putting down the table, as an idea struck: why not wear it like toga!? Ben normally wore some amount of clothing, the concept was humourus, and the range was so wide that Ben never could settle for a favourite garment. While wrapping itself up, Ben 'eyed' (meatballed?) Finnegan and replied with a smirk: "YES it is quite fantastic! But it can get pretty sweaty in the sun!"

As the topic circled back to the club, Ben climbed up on the newly installed table and sat down at its center. Being dead was indeed not easy, and Ben would gladly give an arm or two to help.

A shrill "Thank you!!" was Ben's response, as the skeleton suddenly decided that it was time to make a meal of its temporary eyes. This was, of course, just a panicked action to hide the fact that Ben wasn't very experienced with compliments. Ben quickly devoured said meatballs while looking at the girl who had just left. "Oh, she won't be joining us?" Ben would frown if it had a face. "The more the merrier I always sAY! ... but perhaps not when it comes to Death!" Ben rattled as if it had just said something hilarious. Its sense of humor was, perhaps, not quite where it should be. Just as its sanity.