"So...you see dead people."
Lance stops fiddling with the straw sticking out of his milkshake to look up at the man sitting across from him and wrinkles his nose. "I like to call them 'the departed', or 'ghosties' if I'm feeling festive, it really dials down the morbidity. But, um, yeah. I see dead people." He shrugs and leans forward to take a sip of the chocolate monstrosity he had ordered.
In which Maka is an overworked undergrad student who is having a bad day and needs something sweet.