She waited silently sipping on her drink. The conversation had barely started and it was already half-empty. "Isa... Isa Bond," she said. The pause was too long to be a perfect mimicry of her father's catch-phrase and it certainly was not a conscious one. Her eyes flickered to him and back to the drink.
"You made the bargain that mum could pick the first name and I would carry your family name." Unimportant information to fill the silence. Waiting was a draining exercise.