Supernatural it was. Magica paused, eyes rolling up as she tried to think of the name and any connection. "Zorzi, Zorzi, Zorzi..." she repeated a few times out loud, trying to jog anything. It took a few long, awkward seconds before anything clicked.

"Poe may know of him, certainly more than I do." She finally said, eyes back on Scrooge. "Whenever we need supplies, Poe is the one to go out and fetch them. If I remember correctly... a Zorzi sold bread and pastries. Fairly good ones, really. Ratface certainly loved them." A half shrug. "But I can't think of any reason he'd be haunting us."