My name? It's of little importance to you. Maybe, if I grow to like you, I may tell you.

My favorites? Oh, wouldn't that be just peachy. Why would I go and tell you something like that?

All you really need to know about me right now is that I am a wandering muse. . . and I happened to wander in to your life. Do I know you? It's entirely possible. Do you know me? Of course not.