For a moment, Cassandra thinks the matter is settled. She should have known better, of course, it's Cole. What he doesn't understand, he'll question -- it's a trait that many find endearing, but she's unsure of how to handle it. Head on, she supposes, like she does everything else.

"Books are a reflection of people. They... would not be so engrossing if they were not." An escape, but not an unrealistic one. No matter how fantastical the tales were inside of them. "If everything was perfect there would be no story, no conflict."