"Yeah, it's like, super Greek," Xanthippe murmured, mostly against his lips. She lingered there for a moment, choosing that over adding anything else - at least until she pulled away, pushing herself a little more upright. "Think my mom picked it 'cause she wanted it to be, like... a strong woman's name, or something."

Xan wasn't sure it fit. Sometimes she wanted it to, though, and that was probably a good start.

"'Cause Xanthippe was Socrates' wife." She pushed her hair behind her ear. "But, like, no one can pronounce it," she added, now with more of a drawl. "And the people who can, also love telling me how, like, OG Xanthippe was a total shrew." A beat. "Or that it means 'yellow horse'."