"Riccioli." Bela repeats with a smile, her pronunciation flawless. "I've been to Italy before and I've always had a fondness for the country. And it's people too. Their language is beautiful as well, but I wouldn't say I was fluent in it."

She reaches over with a hand, smoothing it through his hair and ruffles it with affection.

"I like the name. Thank you for telling me, James."