<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"Oh, wow."</span>Ianthe giggled at his explanation of his name.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"You must have caught hell for that when you were small. I will try very hard not to think of you as overgrown Ika; the fur and lack of tentacles will make it easier."</span>She gave his arm a friendly ruffle.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"Just don't turn into some kind of weird Kryslin hybrid on me."</span>She made no objection to his choice of fare: while she wasn't exactly a connoisseur of insectoid cuisine, she was hungry enough not to be overly picky.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"Thanks, by the way. This is nice. You're about the first person I've met on this planet who didn't seem ready to shoot me or rape me. I'd tell you my name, but the less you know about me the better for you, probably. So call me Rowena, okay?"</span>She'd used her middle name infrequently over the years as a throwaway alias, and didn't see the harm in giving it here.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>