That was a nice catch, and Poe might have said so if the fact that those eggs wouldn't have been almost floor eggs if not for his tactless comments. But then, really, was there a good way to tell someone they had a weird future son? No. And Poe hadn't even gotten to the bad parts yet.
Maybe he wouldn't have to?
Seemed sort of cruel to not warn his new friend though.
"I don't know," Poe ventured with a rueful sort of smile even if it was mostly hidden by his caf mug. He was still probably too drunk for all this. "I was only barely a toddler when that decision making went into effect. There are probably worse names out there. I doubt he'd pick better if left to his own devices."