Broken Boulder i hear a symphony!

he laughs too, softer, briefly looking away from the tiny forms to queenie's face while they talk. it's hard to imagine them growing, actually, the way it's hard to imagine anything that isn't immediately in front of him at the moment. he licks his lips, thinking. "last names.. we could, uh, alternate," he suggests. he's not arrogant about his lineage or anything, but seeing as he's the last surviving singing-sunlight as far as he knows, it seems important to pass it on. "a singing-sunlight, a st. clair, and, uh..." the third one. right. "however you want to do that one."

good delegating, delight. ahem. "for the name-names, i was thinking, maybe brilliance?" it falls into the pattern of his family's name schemes: a little silly, maybe, but it's the one he's been thinking about since he first tried to bring it up to queenie, so he hopes she'll go for it.