"Oh, thanks!" Lydia turns around and grins at Cole. She's not really surprised by the sudden manifestation: it takes a lot to surprise Lydia, really. In all honesty, she's more interested in talking about fashion, and herself, than waste time being surprised that this stranger is a ghost.

"It's not really my style, but someone thought it'd look good for the parade." Lydia looks glancingly at Cesare over on the other side of the field, but just as quickly, her gaze is focused back on Cole. She preens. "I'm glad you like it though. Yours isn't that bad either. What are you supposed to be dressed up as?"