Octavia snorted, which probably said enough about whether she minded, just by itself. "It doesn't matter, I don't want anyone using that but Bel, anyway."

No one called him 'Bel' but her, either.

"And I was lying to you a lot, anyway," she added, cleaning up the pineapple carnage to throw away the non-edible bits. "Felt bad about it, but stil."