In which Robynne and Jane establish the plain truth that there is plain truth embedded everywhere in fiction. Jane admits that 95% of her fiction is rooted in truth and gives an example of why that’s the case. They make the brilliant point that you can really only write from what you know, even if that truth is dissected and reassembled into another form. Playing the devil’s advocate, Jane brings up the genre of fantasy and puts Robynne on the spot. With a few deft strokes, a recounting of her experience living in England, and mentions of CS Lewis’ Out of the Silent Planet and Roald Dahl’s The Great Glass Elevator, Robynne establishes that even when we write about the fantastic, we are drawing deeply on elements of truth.