“It’s really…Trystan?” She frowned. “Do you dislike the name?” he asked dryly. “No…it’s just…not what I expected.” She leaned back on her heels, noticing dark clouds coming over the horizon. “I am going to regret this with an alarming intensity, but what were you expecting?” He had his head slightly leaned away, as if she was about to strike him. Smiling crookedly, taking a step toward him, she dealt her first blow. “Fluffy.” The response was beautiful. His mouth gaped open like a fish.
