"I enjoy them too, a great deal," he agreed with her. "Learning about our different companions--and you as well, of course--is always fascinating. But maybe you're right, it might not be a good tale. Those are moments we shared together, and I think the best stories are ones where everyone can feel as if they participated in them."

He contemplated the idea, running a hand through his hair. Winter was always a fun one to watch: she had so many interesting mannerisms, and they were all charming. He belatedly realized his own nervous tic and froze with his hand, but then pushed away his embarrassment and kept thinking.

"I think... maybe a story about Zelly would be good, at some point, although right now we don't know exactly how it ends. Or even really what it's about." He thought some more, and then snapped his fingers: "what about our daring entry into the sewers and out again?"