liar. you totally know.
"After," Evan laughed a little bit. "Liv was pretty adamant about no traditional French names." Moving to the states Americanized her quite a bit. She didn't completely lose her ties to French culture or anything, but she'd always hated living in France. Growing up, she'd had it rough. Had a hard life there and had never moved past it enough to keep the culture. Evan understood, even though he missed French culture sometimes. He chuckled a little. "I wasn't implying anything like that, cher."
Smiling, he shrugged. "I like Josephine. We could call her Josie for short. Or Analeigh?" Now he was just rifling off names that he'd liked back in the day, and even though he liked the name Julia, sometimes it was nice for parents to think up the perfect name on their own, rather than going with the easy choice of grandparent names. "Look at you, my little boule de fromage," he smirked. He called Mari that all the time when he said cute things.
Laughing a little, he shrugged. "I'd say people around here are smart enough to stay out of a red bubbling moat, but people might think it's Listerine and try to gargle it, which could end very badly." It was a random joke, but apparently his sense of humor was taking on that of the five year old sleeping on the other side of the room. "Lava-gargling is not the safest of pastimes. Of course, this whole plan is debunked a little bit, considering the fact that we don't have easy access to lava. Or tigers. Disappointing, since those could be really fun and creative security countermeasures," he said, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "A moat, maybe? That's slightly more realistic, and would feed into Mari's castle fantasy," he joked.
"You don't do that already?" he asked, arching an eyebrow with a smirk on his face. "That's the only reason I don't go shouting abuse to any human or zombie that hears me. That I know it's your way of saying you love me. Or at least... that's what I tell myself," he added with a wink. "Oh, don't even lie. It was totally 'I love you' back then, too. You just didn't know it yet."
Saying that everything would be fine and actually believing it were completely different things. Evan turned and looked at her, acknowledging her encouragement with a little smile, even if he didn't feel it completely. "I know it will." Evan was more than capable, as was the rest of the crew that they had going along. The problem he had with it, the thing still worrying him, was that these people were less predictable than the Ellis group, which was saying something on its own. Evan didn't think he was going insane, and he didn't think that it was outlandish for him to worry, either. This was big. Who knew what they had planned there? "We are. I guess my mindset is that if I worry, and nothing goes wrong, I'll be pleasantly surprised." It was a joke, of course, but it was another way to ease his mind. At least a little bit.
Smirking wryly, he nodded his head. "Mhm, I'm sure, cher," he stuck his tongue out. "Oatmeal. Crackers," Evan waved his hand and made a face. "I can make a run to the freezer and put some fish stir fry together on the camp stove," he told her with a little smile. "Maybe the walk will help me work up to exhaustion, or something." And besides, he'd always thought that he'd be an excellent support system when he was a father-to-be, because he was always willing to go the extra mile for someone he loved. "It'll take me about five minutes, because I know right where Brandon put the salmon he caught last week." He smiled.