"That's right." At a certain age, he just got used to being called Ani. "And you're Rahne, unless there's another red-haired Scottish girl hiding under the couch." Mutants--or so Anakin had been told--didn't develop their abilities until puberty. So why was he afraid of her like he thought she would bite?
It was normal enough to hope his girlfriend liked him, he supposed, but this might have pushed it into strange territories. "After this movie is over, what would you like to watch next?" he said, idly hoping that this was the right thing to say. It would be a terrible thing when the twins were old enough to talk. He'd never know what to say.