"He was fairly popular," Ellie said, nodding. "Not really with his target audience, though. Mostly."
None of her friends had liked Dead Mimi either.
She paused for a moment, trying to comprehend a time when life was such that the controversial nature of a bunch of bound-up paper could make news, let alone surprise any one. Then she shook her head. "No, not at all. I'm an awful writer. Terrible. I studied... Neural Sciences, Psych. I like brains."
Was Eloise stronger than she looked? Maybe. As far as she knew, she still looked sort of like a lost little girl. It was true though that she wasn't a fighter -- she just did what she had to do, what was right for the moment. There were times when that did turn out to be fighting; Ellie was just lucky in that she could see it as something that was no different than anything else, nowadays.
"Majestic and venerable. I would take both, if I were a Sebastian. Where are you from? Your... accent."