William? Sunshine blinks. That wasn't what she was expecting, real-name-wise. It's a hell of a lot less weird than Constantine or Beauregard, and she can't help wondering why he was treating it like a state secret. What's so bad - or dangerous - about William?

Well, there's nothing bad or dangerous about Blaise, either - not in this universe - but she's avoided bandying that name around all the same. So, fine. She's in no position to tease, even if that was her inclination. But it's not; if anything, she feels a bit guilty for being made privy to such information by Fausta, who seems to be taking 'easy-going' to a whole new carthaginian level.

"It's okay," Sunshine says as her bee cautiously crawls out onto her other shoulder, antennae quivering. "You didn't know. And bees aren't very, um… inviting." Unlike dogs. But that's probably for the best; now that she's aware of how - how goddamn bonded the two of them are, she'd prefer that no one go poking at her bee at all, regardless of how gently they went about it.

No one else, that is. She lifts a hand to her shoulder, allowing her bee to trundle onto her palm. "I don't suppose you've got a name," she says.

Bee faces are pretty inscrutable, but there's a hint of sulk in his tone as he replies, "It's Modomnoc, Raven."

Sunshine opens her mouth, then shuts it, then opens it again and mutters, "You little shit."