Cosmic Hot Interstellar Plasma

Fitz spoke so earnestly that Osprey thought it would be plain cruel to chuckle at his desire to advise people at his young age. From her experience - people rarely wanted someone to advise them. Rather they needed someone, who listened to them and told to "go for it", because no matter, what advise you gave them, they would still do the way they wanted. Or on the contrary - they grew too dependant on you and it was too much of a responsibility to carry. Meaning, one's life was complicated enough to take the burden of the other's too. But she comment anything on it, just looked just as serious as him, listened and nodded. After all, what did she know of him? Maybe he was a gifted councellor?

"You don't learn stories - either you pick them up from others or make them up yourself," Osprey shrugged. She had never learned story-telling, because it had come very naturally to her. "Alright... have you heard about a game called Round-robin?" if anyone was a beginner in story-weaving, then this was the good way to begin.