He continued his boisterous regaling of the show and had the nerve to tell him that he and Etta had superb chemistry. “Thank God it's a reality show or I would be supposing you're suggesting we make her a permanent part of the show,” Keigo sighed. “Wouldn't it be great? We can have her predict the result of the trial at the start of the show and have the audience vote if they agree or disagree. We can--” “She's not that type of psychic, Marco,” he interrupted. “Huh?” “From what I understand, Etta has an uncanny ability to know what you want to eat before you do. The last place she worked didn't have menus. She would send out the meals without anyone ever placing an order. My understanding is that it was highly successful.” “I can’t believe that would fly. People actually paid for that? I usually don’t go to certain restaurants until I know what I want,” Marco reasoned. “It’s California; everything flies out here,” Keigo snorted on a laugh. “It’s completely baka, foolish, and I don’t see how anyone can believe that psychics are real.”
