"Mstislav?" she repeated, slaughtering the pronunciation with a laugh. "Oh my God! So sorry! Say it again?" Once he had obliged, she attempted it again. At least it was closer this time.
"I like it," she told him with a grin. "I mean, it's original! In a totally not English way." Truly. "As...long as it's not your only name. Because that went out like way before I was born."
She leaned forward, cookie successfully consumed, with her elbows on the table and a smirk on her lips. "Please tell me there's a last name."