Pushing up her safety goggles, Sally opens the little gate on the counter to let Yellow come back and see her work. He's so curious. It's honestly cute. Hard to believe he's a fragment of a god and not a little space alien, but maybe those things aren't so different.

The question tugs at her heartstrings a bit. "My mother chose my name," Sally explains, her heart aching at the mention of her mother. The woman whose estrangement saved her life. And then ruined it. "And I chose Gwen's, because I'm her mother. She's named after a character from a fairytale. Queen Guinevere. It was an homage to my childhood best friend, who was named after a character from the same fairytale."

After a pause, she adds, "You don't--- need a mother to name you. You can name yourself. That's just how a lot of humans do it. But you can pick your own family just like you pick your own name. Sometimes that's just how it happens."