She glances at him; somehow it didn't register how similar 'Max' is to 'Maxim'. Maybe because she instinctively still thinks of her Max as 'Fool'. She watches him taste a berry thoughtfully and plucks another herself, this time turning it between her fingers slowly, touch delicate enough not to break the skin. After a moment she answers slowly, "My...friend. Yes, his name is Max."

"...if you're willing, I'd like that. At least one for each of them. You're very kind."