"She is. She married a man named Cesare Manzoni of Padua- my father. She took an Italian name then and it's all very romantic, really." She giggled. "It's not catchable, Ian. Unless you marry me, or some Italian girl I suppose."
"Well you should get used to seeing me in them because I'm to wear them all the time now... and I don't have any boys clothes anyway." She tilted her head curiously. "And running and climbing don't exactly tell me what the favor would actually be."
She sniffed and tilted her head sulkily. "Well I like it. It's a lovely name and it's fit for someone who'll be marrying a general or a lord or revolutionary or something. You can't marry anyone without a proper name."
O.o Now there's a plotline that could send the whole family to therapy...</s>