"The purple one should get that name," Terrence said with a grin. "He's our first winner, after all." He hadn't failed to notice the way talking about jobs seemed to get her down, but she was purposefully stopping herself from talking about it, and he wasn't one to press.
Well, that wasn't true at all. He was one to press, and provoke, and get reactions out of people. But that was when it was fun for him, or when it was good for them. It wouldn't be fun for him to make her stop laughing, and there was no other point to it, the way he'd provoked an emotional reaction out of her to get her off the potion. "Right, we've got three down - that leaves red, yellow, and green. One of them's got to have a real, simple name, like - Bob. I'm gonna call the yellow one Bob."