[ Ororo had just wandered over to the bonfire, intent on just listening to stories from other worlds as well. But someone had scooted over to her side, and she ends up bumping up against Kyle. The willow vines choose to spring forth and wrap around their wrists right about then, and she gives him a dry look. ]

It seems we have no choice.

... But boring is fine, I think. That implies relative stability and safety. [ Which is more than she can say for her own life experiences. ] I will trade you a story for a story, and make sure mine is of the same caliber, how about that?