Ada glanced up from her history textbook at Charm, raising an eyebrow and giving him a pointed look when she saw him picking his teeth with a ruler. Charm caught the look, and pouted and lowered the ruler. Ada simply shook her head and smirked.
“Why Charles?” she asked him.
“Eh?” Charm titled his head in confusion.
“Well, I was chatting with your mom the other day, and she told me that you were supposed to be named Rupert, but she and your dad changed it at the last second to Charles. Hence me calling you Charm since we were three, because neither Charles nor Charlie fit you in the slightest.
What’s up with that?”
“Oh, well…” Charm scratched the back of his head. “My grandpa’s name is Charles, and so is my dad’s name, so my mom decided she wanted to give me a name that ran in the family. So, I am technically Charles Watson III.”
Ada started snickering.
“Can I call you King Charles III?”
“See, this is why I did not tell you this before.”
Ada shrugged, her green eyes flicking back to her textbook. “That’s actually not as amusing a story as I thought it’d be.”
“Well, what did you think was going to happen?” Charm asked.
“I thought one of your crazy aunts had burst into the room when they were naming you and screamed ‘CHARLES!’ at the top of her lungs to an even crazier doctor who wrote down the first name he heard on your birth certificate.” Ada shrugged again.
“Nope, not even close,” Charm said lightly, waving his ruler around in the air. “If it had been one of my crazy aunts who decided my name, then I would have been named something even more mundane than Charles. Like Bob.”
Ada frowned. “There’s nothing wrong with the name Bob.”
“Lovelace, there are galaxies of things wrong with the name Bob.”
“Whatever you say, King Charles.”