He folded his hands on his knee and smiled at Ophelia. "Stories are the backbone of society, 'specially the romantic ones. Can never go wrong with a good love story."

Now that there was a guest in the house, Mordecai needed to get back to work. The floors were thankfully clean, despite the kitchen countertops currently covered in pots, cutting boards, and cleaning supplies. "I'm a-cookin' up a stew right now. Get yourself comfortable and I'll get you somethin' to eat." He pushed himself off the chair. "Then we can swap a few stories, fictional or otherwise."