Violet (narrating): Cymbeline wasn’t an actor. She didn’t have money stashed away from her past life. Her old job wasn’t the kind of thing you can pick up from scratch after a couple of decades. Plus, at that point she needed to sleep about fourteen hours a day.
She spent a couple years just catching up on history, advances in science, magic . . . literature.
Cymbeline: Did you finish the last book yet?
Violet: It was so good. I don’t even want to look up fic for it, that’s how good it was. I’m gonna be a knight like that one day.
Cymbeline: Maybe I should write a book. I looked up some of the people I used to know . . . there’s definitely a market for a tell-all.
Violet: Ooh. Who did you know and when did you know them?
Cymbeline: I shouldn’t answer that until I’ve talked to my agent.