Cos held up his hand, not to stop Trunks from speaking but just to give himself a chance to think. It sounded much to far fetched, beyond anything he'd every really heard, let alone thought about. It wasn't some romantic comedy he was writing or swashbuckling adventure...this was other wordly.

"I need to sit down." Except he's already sitting down. He looks at the table and then back up at Trunks. "Every story ever. Gee."