Mary winced. "Of course. Mental illness can be a start, but something else usually happens beyond that. Poor little thing." She looked sad; she'd seen a few kids pass through her center whose parents she'd reported to the police. It hurt her almost physically to see things like that.
"My chicken's excellent as well if you'd like some." Especially since they just randomly picked the cafe. She tried not to think of anyone she knew becoming a ghost, or any ghosts around. "Maybe you could still do what you did, just not as often. Only in emergencies. I could help you look things up, if you want. I'm a wizard with microfiche." She smiled shyly at him.