Noah takes a drink of beer, quirking an eyebrow over at Freddie's answer. Everybody has favorites, whether they admit it or not. There has to be some girl he likes more than the rest. Or at least most of the rest. But if there is, he doesn't think of her, instead briefly wondering if he should name the can Noah, which almost makes Noah spit out his beer.

"Nora?" Noah says, his voice tight from the bad swallow. He wipes at his mouth with the back of his hand. "Is that, like, the girl version of Noah?" He grins, a mixture of teasing and fondness. "That's so sweet."