As he spoke, Frankie lifted the ice pack and shifted it a little so it was in a more effective area. She leaned against the wall, still trying to ignore the mess that used to be her kettle all over the kitchen floor. "You want me to give you a name," she questioned, glancing up before lifting her head to look at him. She was confused at first, then a small smile spread along her face. Oh, okay. She'd play along with him! He didn't sound like he was kidding, but surely it was just a joke! 

"Hmm..." Frankie let her gaze trail around the counters, then up at the cabinets while she tried to think of a good name. "Hm, well. I've always really liked the name Orson," she admitted, then brought her attention back to her guest. "Does that work for you?"