Carpe Demon

Drake leaned back in his chair, hands behind his head. "No worries, kiddo," he said. "I thought Francine and Karla were going to vanquish my butt last week, and during class yesterday I clarified that my class is all about works of fiction. Some of 'em might be based on truth, but the authors are going for drama here, and they're going to leave out stuff they think is boring and embellish or make up other things just to keep the reader's attention. The job of a fiction writer is to sell books or movies, not get all the facts straight. That's how you end up with Guinevere painted blue and wearing just a couple strips or leather, or Arthur and Lancelot doing some special sword work, if you know what I mean."

OK, he might have said that last bit to make one or both of them flail. He thought it was cute.