Zio's expression reflected the attempt at humor; his smile thin and a mixture of slightly pained and honestly amused. "I assume that general funds would be easiest for the center," he hazarded. "Only please promise not to put my name on anything. It's totally immodest." His smile grew a bit into a grin and he toyed with his coffeed up for a moment before lifting it to take a sip. "Besides doesn't Wayward Youth kind of sound too much like something out of Dickens? Do I get a small child with a long scarf and tuberculosis if I donate a certain amount?"