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"William Terry Louis Andrew Carrie—"
"Carrick," Will patiently corrected, taking a sip of his tea.
Lily sat across from him, gnawing her lip at the error. She was taking this with the utmost sincerity and very seriously glowered at the ceiling to improve her concentration as she began again. "William Terry Louis Andrew Carrick Jonathan Dre… mm… Reading? Roger Reading? Reading Roger?"
Will hid his smirk behind his cup, desperately trying not to laugh at her expense. Lily was trying so hard, and it was too cute. He swallowed, his voice strained as he kept his poker face: "Jonathan Dredge Hams Reading Rog—"
"Do not speak another word – I have got it!" Lily held up her hands in warning to shush him. The scones on her plate had gone quite ignored at this challenge. She clenched her fist and hit the table. She pinched her eyes shut. "Your full name is… William Terry Louis Andrew Carrick Jonathan Dredge Hams… Reading Roger Southwark Alwick Plymouth Regison… the third!"
"Very good," she always got the finale, he noted with amusement. He set down his tea cup and folded his hands under his chin. "Alas, love, it's Southwark Alwick Plymouth Junior Regison… the third."
Lily punched the table, sending a scone bouncing from her plate. "Is that not redundant? As you are the third?" She received a sympathetic shrug, and she folded her arms with renewed determination. "Let me begin again!"
Will sat back to receive another bombardment of butchered pronunciations. "Oh, dear."