Anakin screwed up his face and stared at Padmé. “I don’t want to name them after a color.” He pulled back his hand so he could crawl up to be even with his wife. “And what does Bernard even mean?” he said as he settled down next to her.
The alliteration of Luke and Leia was pushing close to the boundaries of acceptable. Not that they were, individual, bad names, and Anakin could only say that one slightly negative thing, he just wanted to avoid something like that again.
“Tell me you aren’t seriously considering those names.”