"Pocket universe," he repeated. He could work with that. It seemed as likely as anything else. And he was pretty sure he was dreaming this whole thing up anyway. If that was the sace, it could be anything, so why not a pocket universe?
"I'm Jughead," he told her when she gave her name. He tended to get mixed reactions to it. Some people acted like it was completely normal, others acted like it was the worst name they'd ever heard and questioned his parents actually bestowing such a name on an innocent baby. They hadn't. But it was his name, the only name he used.
"Thanks. For the information." It wasn't much, and she hadn't really told him anything useful, but he could tell she was trying, and that was what mattered.