"Rhade, could you hand me that scanner?"
"Of course, Great One."
"I thought I told you not to call me that."
"Then what should I call you?"
"Beka. My name is Beka."
"But I can't call you Beka! That would be disrespectful. You should be addressed using something better suited to your station."
"Rhade, my name is Beka. It's a perfectly fine name. I'm sure my parents debated on what to call me for days, if not weeks. Just call me Beka."
"All right, Beka."
"What?"
"Hmmm?"
"You're making that funny face."
"What funny face?"
"The one you used to get when you were hung over and didn't want to admit that your head was hurting. That pained expression."
"Well… it feels wrong."
"Your head?"
"No, calling you 'Beka'. I don't like it. How 'bout I call you 'Your Majesty'?"
"No, Rhade."
"Imperial Highness?"
"I don't have an empire, so… no."
"Grand Matriarch."
"I'd rather you didn't."
"Queen of the Nietzcheans!"
"Rhade, don't make me hurt you."
"Mom?"
"Do you want me to shove this scanner up your…"
"Okay! Okay! 'Beka'. I'll call you 'Beka'."
"Finally! I'm glad you're seeing things my way."
"Uhm… Beka?"
"What now?"
"Do you want that prefaced with 'Matriarch' or 'Progenitor'?"
"Rhade."
"Yes?"
"Run."