"Purely for donations...You...want me to call you Rowan?" he asked, blinking rapidly, pausing in the middle of running a rolling pin over the pie crust.

"That...seems strange. Is it a cultural thing where you're from, to take the name of someone else? That must get very confusing," the young man remarked, squinting in maintained confusion. He went back to work at least, tossing the crust over the pie beside him and pressing it before sliding it down for Walter to shape and put in the oven.

"Then how do two of you get names from one another? Surely you have a name given to you by your parents?"