No, that's a terrible name! ( it's immediate protest as she recoils, but it's only soft, and faint--she isn't really bothered by the hand-dragon that pinches at her, isn't really bothered by anything about suguru at all. ) Let me think about it, okay? A dragon's name is a very important thing.

( the way she says this, almost gravely, seems to imply that she knows something more than she's letting on--or at least that she's good at feigning it. still, her eyes are a little round with disappointment as she plops the crispy sandwich onto a plate, picking it up between both palms to look at it in scrutiny.

her chin lifts to glance at him, instead, bright eyes full of determination. ) There's a secret? Tell me.

( she clearly needs it: he isn't scolding her, and she isn't too hard on herself. but she would like to improve. )