As Evan finished his tale, he allowed a rare smile to cross his face, gazing at the reflection of the two women beside him in the still waters of the lake.
"So? How was my storytelling?" he asked, his tone light. "I know I'm not the best storyteller out there, but I'd say I spun that one pretty well."
Beatrix placed a hand on her chin, adopting a contemplative expression. Then, in an overly serious tone, she responded.
"Overall? I'd give you a six out of ten."
Evan turned to her, eyes widening in disbelief.
"Six? Talk about harsh."
"I'm a very strict critic," Beatrix replied matter-of-factly, wearing an almost self-important expression.
Evan chuckled at her words as she continued.
"Breaking it down, I'd give your plot a seven, your world-building a five, and—"
She suddenly paused, realization flashing in her eyes.
"Wait a second. Speaking of world-building… what world was this guy from?"
At that, Artemisia also raised an eyebrow in question.
