"Oh," Jubilee could only think to say. She'd obviously bothered him somehow. He'd been too quiet, too contemplative. She wasn't as oblivious as she seemed, and now she felt bad.
"What's Russian folklore? Like, Cinderella? Oh, is Baba Yaga from Russia? I read that book--my mom read it to me when I was little..." Her voice trailed off, but she shook her head very slightly and picked up again, "every night at bedtime when I was six. I'd then have her check the closet for huts with chicken legs. I was a dumb little kid, huh?" The girl gave a forced chuckle in an attempt to whitewash her apparent faux pas.