Redhawk Caldera you seem like kind of a maserati.

Finley's name suggestions were met with a grin from Elwood. "I like those names," he laughed, knowing that although they had been tossed out on a whim, they would likely become their nicknames. After all, he and Finley did have a history of giving their children difficult-to-pronounce monikers and then calling them by something else entirely.

There was a voice from outside and Elwood peered out, recognizing that it was Eljay that had spoken. He glanced at Finley, allowing her the opportunity to respond for herself both because she was the one that Eljay was asking about and because Elwood knew that his son probably wouldn't be satisfied until he heard his mother's personal affirmation that she was okay.