*chuckles and straightens* I’m very good at conversation, believe me. Now, tell me, what is your name?
I’m Summer. Um, Summer Rainault. *brain goes: … !!!*
Summer. *grins widely* What a charming name. *bows low* You can call me Puck.
*bows back with a hand over her heart* *oh fuck flattery my weakness* Puck. That’s a nickname, right?