"Oh, single would be great," she said with a faint sigh of relief.  "Granted, not having to shack up in a tent in the outdoors is great no matter what, but having your own room is just one of life's little treasures."<br/><br/>After a few moments of glancing around, she looked over to Persephone.  "Let me guess," she asked gently.  "You got named by someone who forgot it's the 21st century and you're worried that people will make fun."  She gave a faint but reassuring smile.  "Not to worry.  I knew a Longfellow once."  Her memories only seemed faintly tarnished by the fact that it was the past tense; she'd apparently had some time to get over it.  Her hand came up to her chin.  "If you'd rather, I'll just make up a name for you rather than force you to carry something you don't like.  Let's see..."