Fred nearly dropped the glass on the floor when Marian said Nottingham. Like Sheriff. Like Robin Hood! That had been one of her favorite tales growing up, the thieves that stole to give to the rich and the strong heroine that had stolen Robin's heart. And she was standing right here in the kitchen.
She quickly recovered, composing herself. Andrew and Buffy had both told her that fictional characters were real here, which meant they were real somewhere else, which meant also real now that they were here. That made her feel somewhat guilty about almost giving into the urge to start fangirling.
"Los Angeles," she replied with a smile. "In California. Nottingham. That's in England, right?"