Having retrieved her share, Timandra was hunkering back against a flat stone, trying with some success to situate herself comfortably and in a position that was not likely to end with gravy slopped down her front.
"I have met the surgeon, yes," she said conversationally, having little to say on the name in question, or the level of skill that accompanied it. Which seemed a good enough thing. Unless someone was particularly talented, Timandra's only reason for forming a strong opinion of their demeanor or abilities was severe and noticeable deficiency. That she had not much to consider when it came to the longwing's surgeon was in its own way a positive.
Of course, Liang would not see it that way, and would likely not understand Timandra's ambivalence. Temporarily diverted by the dragon's fascination with the issue of names, Timandra asked, "What is this theory of nomenclature you have?