Settling against the counter again, Winter listens quietly. None of it really sparks any memories, but he's used to that by now. There's maybe a vague sense of familiarity, but he's not sure if that's the truth or wishful thinking. He's not sure if he really wants to remember, for himself, or if it's more for Stevie.

"Is that why I knew? About the faerie name thing?" he asks, thinking that at least made sense. He had other sources of that lore, himself, though: lots of books read, and his own dad's stories.