"Hmm?" Kevin looked over his shoulder. Nobody called him Entwhistle. Not because Kevin had anything in particular against it, but because, well, he didn't think he had one of those last names that doubled like that. He was always Kev or Key or You There.
He kinda liked it, though. Something sounded almost sophisticated about "Entwhistle!"
"Oh, hey Cattermole," Kevin answered, growing excited about the prospect of proper playing cards. Exploding Snap was fun, gobstones were okay, but nothing compared to shooting the moon in a contentious game of hearts. "Whenever, I've got the afternoon off."