Funnily enough, Octavia was thinking about that. Not that she knew quite that much about Floukru yet - but Lincoln had told her enough that her reasons for calling him that weren't just that he had a boat.

But she wasn't saying that now. A quiet "Mm" was her only response. Then she let the silence stretch out for a little while she finished chopping up the pineapple, before she asked, a little more lightly, "Still think my first nickname's a dumb sigh?"

Well, she'd been thinking about names, just now.