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Evan chuckled and nodded his head. "When we came to the states, she sort of wanted to distance herself from French culture, anyway," he told her. He was sure it wasn't the first time he'd said it, but it was what it was. “The name has very little to do with the heritage,” he told her with a little smile. “I mean, Evan's not even remotely French. My mother was a fan of American names,” he mused. “The person is where the heritage comes from. I'm sure, whatever we name her, we can help her embrace both cultures she'll have.” He smiled. “And whoever says you're an evil harpy just doesn't know you. Simple enough.”
The first name depended a lot on the last name, in Evan's mind, but he wouldn't say anything about that aloud. As far as he was concerned, she would probably want the baby to share the same last name as the majority of the family, so she didn't feel left out, but that was alright with him. “I think it's up to you more than me, cher,” he told her with a little smile. “And yes, you are an honest cheeseball, but still a cheeseball all the same. Sorry, you're going to have to come to grips with that. The sooner you do, the easier your life will be.” He smirked.
“Lava bubble burps?” Evan asked. This whole conversation made absolutely no sense, but in a lot of ways, he figured it was what they needed right now. “I wonder if lava burp bubbles would function like a hot air balloon. I mean, it's hot air, right?” Oh right. There had been mention of a moat way back when. “So, basically, we look like one of those crazy tyrannical castles that do routine executions.” He weighed the thought a little, tilting his head from side to side in thought. “I'll take it.”
Sighing a falsely dramatic sigh, Evan pretended like this whole conversation bothered him, but the underlying smirk probably made it seem pretty fake. “And this is my life,” he said, pretending to be exasperated. “Damn. She found out my true motive,” he snapped his fingers in a 'drat' motion, and blew a quick sigh out his closed lips, making a funny sound.
He chuckled. “There was this study about spending time with someone and how it sometimes made you act alike, but I don't put much stock in it, since I spent over half my life with Georgette and Daniel and I don't think we're a thing alike sometimes.” Sometimes he wondered how they were actually related. He chuckled and shook his head. “No, I'm pretty sure I lack the right parts to carry a baby. Which I count as a blessing, since I'm fairly certain we wouldn't be us if I had them, right?” he half-joked, a playful allusion to the rumor post in the network. It was to the point that he could easily joke about it now. He'd never legitimately been worried about it, but it was easier to joke about now than it was then. “I know. It's just hard not to.” Especially when he felt like his brain was nagging at him all the time.
Laughing a little bit, Evan nodded his head. “That was the thought I had, too,” he mused. “That and being in the cold and coming back to the warm always seems to help.” He gathered his sneakers from the floor. Walking around the compound in flannel pajama pants wasn't too bad, right? “Hey, I'm nothing if not accomodating.” Which was night and day from what he used to be, but that was another point entirely. “Besides, it's my job to take care of you, especially now, right?” he asked with a grin.