"You can't ban me from naming my children. They would adore their names," he said, smirking the man. "Pointless really. I don't see any future where I may have such events as children."
Shifting, he yanked the bag open and took out one of the biscuit. He gave the biscuit a twist, it coming apart easily, and held out the half with the cream for Fletcher. "Go on," he said with a grin, before grabbing his own. He set the uncreamed side on the top of the bag for the current moment. Once his own was twisted, he set it in his mouth, letting his tongue scrape off the cream at his own pace.