You mean, which came first, the chicken or the egg?

[ with that, at least, he sounds partially amused at her inquiry. ]

...

Who knows? The stories are skewed, depending on who you ask. The world was made from the blood and bone of an ancient giant, or the world began in fire and ice, or the elder gods paved the way, complete with hungry vengeance on their heels ...

They're all possibility, perhaps they're all true. Reality is woven on less than that.