"The history of how ... what?" Of course you do. Her smile was back, her laughter far less fettered. He was an easy person to talk to, but still, he was a question mark wrapped in an enigma in a cloak of articulate fuckery.
Was there such a thing as seriousness when it came to this man o' mystery, this Adonis from another plane of existence that she'd only seen in the movies or read about in books? He obviously hailed from some magical place where people didn't talk much about anything, but still managed to be the driving force behind a conversation. It was nice, really.
Shaking her head as they walked side by side, giving a surprised and short ba-hah! at his final explanation, Evan managed to curb her obvious merriment to tuck in her eyebrows and offer in a very even tone, "Well, it's a good thing you're immortal, or else we'd lose one gem of a film." Adding, her voice lowered in a mock-conspiratorial manner, "I liked you best as Dorothy. You looked sweet in that pinafore."
Looking up to study his profile -- and it was a bit of a neck crane from her 5'4'' height -- her lips snagged into a lop-sided grin. "Did you know I was from Kansas, or was the Oz thing just luck?" A damn funny coincidence, if it was.