Mestipen knew creating a psychic link would hurt, but the benefits of such a connection made it worthwhile.
He lifted the star-printed tablecloth and stared at the snoring abra underneath.
"Oww…If I didn't need you, I would've returned you to the game corner already."
A bell interrupted his thoughts. He turned to face a raven-haired boy.
"Welcome to Monsieur Mestipen's Enlightenment Emporium. Do you need insight into your love life?...Oh…you wish to communicate with the dead?"
"…How do you know that?"
Mestipen smiled. "Sit down, let's talk…"
His head was going to explode, but he had money on his mind.