Bramblepoint Southstar.

What? Dwin's expression changed from surprised to bewildered and then embarrassed. Had she heard the child's name correctly? Batshit? She suppressed a guffaw and had to look away not to burst out laughing. That misheard word had opened flood-gates of inappropriate jokes and it was just too bad she could not speak them all out. Because one thing you never did was to insult mother's about their darling children. Even if they had the most fun-provoking names in the world. 

"I have not yet decided," she finally replied, having collected herself, though now and then a corner of her lips would twitch and she would have to clench her jaws not to lose control. Because that name... Poor kid... "What are your plans? Are you planning to overwinter in the moonpacks?" she asked. "Or there is somewhere a welcome and cozy place with one of your children or grandchildren?"