Oh, no, really? That's got to be frustrating. I promise that I'll never try to give you a nickname. Unless you actually want on, in which case I'll do my best.

[she frequently leaves off her family name, too, as she's been told it's a Terran term for a rear end. she was mortified for months.

and she joins him easily, scanning the table curiously]

Red, like his father's uniform.

[and thank the Mistress he'd finally accepted the fact that Jo, not Brin, was his father]