“What Coleman?” Lyra was honestly confused. As if the disparity between the sound of the letters and the pronunciation wasn’t bad enough, objects had words printed on them which weren’t what they actually were. Unless, of course, its name was Coleman. It seemed an odd thing, to name an inanimate object—well, she’d named her plushies, but that was different; those were supposed to represent an animate object. She didn’t know Dale’s word for name, so she’d have to ask in a roundabout fashion. “Pony Lyra, human Dale, cooler Coleman?”