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Snottmouth, he said, and Isabellas' eyes went wide before she burst out in a fit of laughter. Her chest heaved, and she closed her eyes as happy tears welled in the ducts. She creaked open a single eye, watching him lean closer with a sly grin as her giggles slowly died down. Oh my, she breathed, blinking. That really is awful..!

Snottmouth, when she said it, she could help but let out another short laugh. Well, Oren Kosar, at least you know your surname isn't nearly that bad. Isabella believed herself to be a nice person, but if someone introduced themselves with the lastname snottmouth... she would not be able to take them seriously.

Sparrowbeak really was a pretty name, hm? She was sure of that, now, the former pride she had for it having now been magnified. She could only hope to pass it down some day. Thoughtfully, she hummed for a moment, searching her mind for another question she could ask. These conversations were fun!

Well, have you ever met someone with an awful first name? Isabella had never known many people asides from her family. Perhaps Oren had met others. She'd certainly end up asking for more of his stories.