"'Personalities' is a bit of a euphemism," she admits after a moment, laughing a bit. "Some of them were just a little..." She tries, perhaps in vain, to think of a gentle way to phrase it. "Pretentious and egotistical, I suppose you might say. Real characters, you know? You'd think they'd written something befitting Tolstoy, rather than a colourful romance novel that just barely avoiding plagiarising The Scarlet Pimpernel." Her next little sigh is amused, and she shakes her head. "People can be a bit odd."

And perhaps it was time for the world to spin right off its axis, with Jules commenting on how odd people could be.

Another laugh, this one more relaxed again. "I was teasing, although I am sure you'd look lovely in a bonnet." A little shake of her head. "I think it hasn't quite sunk in for me, yet. I'm still finding these books rather comical." It was so funny, though, to think of someone from the same world, but in the past. Maybe less strange than other worlds, technically, but thinking of the fabric of time folded over and tangled up was mindboggling.

Then, as was so often the case, a thought struck her from out of the blue. "There are so many good books you can't have read!" You'd think she was announcing some horrific tragedy.