Mel’s Reviews > Entering a New World > Status Update

And here's where I just can't with fated mates. Like, if you're drugged up on each other's presence and barely know each other, here I'm screaming, "Detox! Go back to Vancouver and sober up. Only then can you be sure that this is a good decision."

But nope. Trope's gotta trope.

I can't remember the last time I encountered an actual, "Magic is real?" conversation.

Oh no. I thought the fear of dying in a thunderstorm was a bit much, but sure, phobias exist. But how exactly is it better to abandon even the most run-down cabin to instead hike for miles in the pelting cold rain? This is safer? Yeah... I came for the cosy tropes, but the plot IQ is bumming me out.