[Well, all right since she's not mocking.] Oh, just... stories were silly space adventures or jungle adventures, you know, cheesy things with a thinly veiled self-insert dashing hero with some cringeworthy ballyhoo romance subplot.
[Oh, no, that's cute. Not that she's going to say so, of course, especially not to some relative stranger, but still: that's cute.]
There are worse sorts of stories to write, Mr. English. Though those pulp novels always seemed to shrug away the science of their wondrous adventures a bit too often for my liking.
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There are worse sorts of stories to write, Mr. English. Though those pulp novels always seemed to shrug away the science of their wondrous adventures a bit too often for my liking.