[ After trying her own drink (and scrunching up her nose at the carbonation that creeps its way inward), she easily gives: ] Melinoë. [ As in mel-IN-o-ee. A beat and then - ] Or Dulcinea. [ In her accent, it sounds like Dulch-in-NAY-ah, but others have said Dul-sin-NAY-ah before with acceptance.

[ She gives the bottle a tilt this way and that, takes another pull that doesn't end in unwanted bubbles in nostrils, and smacks her lips with a tiny, tinkerbell giggle. ] At least there isn't so much bianca, sì? [ Mel casts a loose wave to indicate the new locations they've been granted access to. ]