"Figured," Topher admitted. "Still, though. You were big on the cookie dough." Just FYI.

"Also you liked Ender," Topher added.

Because he couldn't not.

Topher grinned. "You said he was really nice."

"To you while you were all tiny?" Topher pointed out. "Uh, yeah."

"I bought you ice cream," Topher announced. "And spared you having to talk to Gen." Really, it was tremendously fortunate. "My kid with Peter," he explained.

"Hey!" Topher objected. "She was cool."

Beat.

"After she stopped calling me Mom."

"Peter's influence," Topher claimed, uncharitably. "Did you have any?"

Well, of the two that it could be, only one was reasonable. So yay for Topher for figuring it out.

"Huh," he said. "Two brothers. Like... Val-Val." Yes, Topher, very good. "Hopefully you guys were more creative with the names, or else that might have gotten confusing."

"Well, those are lame," Topher decided. Politely.

Topher shrugged. "It was short for Genevieve," he said. "Not sure where that came from. The other kids I had that weekend were more obvious. Like, the kid I had with Tony was named after his mom, and the one I had with Billy was named--" Oh, wait, that was embarrassing. Topher turned bright red before finishing, "Antonia."

"Yuh-huh," Topher confirmed. "I blame Billy."

Sure, Topher. Suuuure.

"Hey," Topher said, "I was perfectly happy to name the penguins after him and leave it at that." Because that was normal.