"Wait, that begs a question then," she points outs, canting her head to look up at him. "If you picked it, what did your parents like name you? Was it like Steve or Cecil or something? I mean, isn't that how the world works?"

From a girl named Ashley who could be like every cheerleader every world and time ever? She's got a lot of room to talk.

Bouncing on the balls of her feet, thinking about it. "Uhmmm, whoa shit." She blinks at that. "You don't think one of those damn purple nuts could have done it, do you?"