Pajea's brows furrowed and she shrank back against her chair. "No...No....It's different than that. It's uh...It's ghosts and stuff, really"
She hesitated again, looking off. He was way too excited. Why did he care so much about her stupid hobbies? "Um..." She rummaged through her bag, desperate to find something to appease this partner of hers. Books on black magic were probably not good for this one-on-one show and tell session.

Panicked, she grabbed the first thing she could find, setting down a textbook and-- Wait. She knew for a fact she did not buy this weird, trashy-looking book about...pirates? Who writes pirate romance novels? She covered her face in her hands and sunk deeper into her seat, a frustrated groan emitting from behind her palms.
The demon books would have been easier to explain.