"If they'd been switched - Jeh-rrrrron Cassian Andor - I think they sound more symmetrical," she thinks aloud, then turns her face to kiss the edge of his jaw lightly. "But I like your name the way it is, garbage meter and all." She thinks of Trashy Cassy relating to "garbage meter" and devolves into a series of laughs that she can't quite explain.

The fading rumbles begin to quell in her belly as she settles back comfortably against him, tucking his arms a bit tighter around her torso, pressing forehead to neck. Exists with the echoes of his heartbeat against her skull, against her spine and lets them envelop her while his mind busies itself with coming up with another name for her.

Only this one, she'll cherish. This one will be made out of affection and frivolity, rather than necessity and death. A beautiful juxtaposition, she thinks, that he'd not only been the one to make her proud of her name, the one she'd been running from all her life, but that he'd also be the one to create her next "alias," in this new life they've created together.

"Oh," she breathes, tilting her head back to gaze up at him with suns in her eyes. "I - I love that," she murmurs, twisting herself to bring up a hand to the side of his face, trails her fingers lightly. "Though I don't think I'll ever be able to do it justice the way you do."