Jamela found herself once again in Siwanna's office, the smell of incense and old books mingling with the unmistakable aroma of... was that durian-flavored coffee?
Siwanna, resplendent in a Hawaiian shirt that seemed to change patterns every time Jamela blinked, beamed at her from behind his desk. "Ah, Jamela! Back so soon? I knew you couldn't resist the allure of the afterlife... or was it the promise of our exotic beverage selection?"
Hank, lounging in a corner and idly flipping through a spectral magazine titled "Haunting Quarterly," chimed in, "Don't let him fool you. The coffee's just regular coffee. The durian smell is coming from his new aftershave."
Siwanna winked conspiratorially. "Gets the ghosts' attention every time."
Jamela couldn't help but smile. Despite the bizarre circumstances, there was something endearing about this odd pair. "Actually," she began, "I've been thinking about what you said last time. About becoming an Afterlife Consultant?"