"Wait. You're shitting me," Lexi stares at him. Literal fairy tales? That definitely catches her by surprise. Somehow, magic and its existence makes sense, but not actual fairy tales. "You turned into that poem? For real?"

Apparently she arrived at a better time than most.

"I am," she tells him with a nod, grinning. "It's taking the shape of a concept album, in my head. Like a novel in musical form."