"Well, I like board games. What are your hobbies?"

"The ones I do remember are reading, going out with people, walking, even running now that my legs are very good at it, figuring how stuff works, doing things other people enjoy..."

"Yeah, I bet running as a vankire is pretty fun. Ooh, you've probably read really different books than here."

"That is probably the case! I've got a bunch memorised, I could tell you them sometime."

"Perfect memory is convenient. Do the genres even line up, I wonder?"

"What do you guys have?"

"Mm, romances, adventure, future-fiction, suspense novels, daily life comedy, nonsensical fantasies, war and spy stories, a genre we call crasher which has mostly to do with a hard-to-summarize aesthetic."

"Future-fiction we call science fiction. We have a few kinds of fantasy, and a few subgenres of supernatural novels, including about several species that actually exist here."

"Might be amusing to read a novel about a species that's totally wrong. Not that those don't exist here, mind you."

"There are novels about things-that-are-like-vankires in my world that get all sorts of things hilariously wrong, except it's less hilarious when you find out the previous shadow government planted lots of the myths to make it easier for us to not be recognised for what we are."

"Hm. Now I'm wondering about dragons' stories."

"What about 'em?"

"Whether they're systematic lies meant to keep their secrets safe."

"Are dragons particularly secretive?"

"Yeah. But they're also particularly good targets for curiosity, and maybe the answers we get are a means toward 'shut up and go home now'."

"I don't really understand why fair folk here are so, so opaque."

"Eh, we've learned to deal with it, mostly. I think they have low psychological diversity compared to humans, generally. Low population too."

"I mean, learning to deal with it does not satisfy my basic drive to figure out why, but," shrug. "I wonder why the low psychological diversity, though. ...I wonder if a vankire could mate on one of them."

"I have no data with which to reason about that... In other words, no freaking clue."

She grins and kisses him.

Sure okay, kissing.

"What was so kiss-worthy about that? Should I be sarcastic more often?"

"Sarcasm is cute, 'I have no data with which to reason about that' is cuter, and you're overall always very kissable and I have to continually contain myself, sometimes the pressure's too much." She heaves a dramatic sigh, the back of one hand on her forehead, staring into the distance.

He snickers.

"I suspect we'll find out eventually, though. Magical anesthesia or not."

"Find out what, whether you should be sarcastic more often, or whether the pressure does get to be too much? You are too delectable for words, this is the plain truth."

"No, no, the vankire-fair folk mating thing. Insufficiently specific references could be a good way to sneak in some sarcasm though..."