"We just ... we didn't see some things eye to eye. If it's alright with you, let's talk about something else." A beat of heavy silence passed between the ghost and the fortune teller, and she ran her fingers appreciatively over the blades of grass they were sitting on.
"I lied about not wanting your caramel corn," she finally said, and reached out a careful hand to take some of the sweet candy. "So, Bobby, what's the body like that you're in now? Tall and handsome? Short and stout? Tell me about him."