That question threw Beetlejuice for a loop. Normally, it wasn't a hard question, although his mother's voice still rang in his ears that he was 'good at screwing up, that's what he's good at'

At least back home he could brag he had more powers than most demons, and that there was little he couldn't do when summoned, but...

This place wasn't home.

After a moment, he collected himself, although there was a dusty purple tint to his hair.

"Music. I play a mean ukulele, and I'm a great dancer."