[ To be fair, it takes him a moment to even realize that she hasn't caught on, his expression clouded for the moment as he works out what to say. But as he pieces it together: ]

No. I-I mean — sure, yeah, I bet that's...a thing, but — I mean...they're actually our stories. From our worlds. About us. Not just look-alikes. Oooor...read-alikes.

[ He still doesn't do a terribly good job at explaining it. ]