The Balladeer hums thoughtfully, peering down at the child's face and wondering to himself how well he could tell them apart. "They're nice names, but they do seem a little...alphabetical." There's no reason their actual parents couldn't have named them that way, of course, but if ROMAC were just processing them, thinking about Baby A and Baby B...

That's a bit of an ugly thought.

"How soon do they start learning their names?" he asks, moving to put the kettle on. He doesn't own one himself, but that's just another of those things that he just magically knows how to do. It's handy, even if he can't always tell the logic behind it. The last couple nights he's been drinking more coffee than he thinks is really healthy, and he's intending to stop sooner or later; maybe he'll pick up tea drinking. Or, you know, he could just calm down on the caffeine front altogether.