"I do at that." Bert smiled and dug a lighter out of his pocket. Another fancy little thingum he'd grown quite fond of. "Here's the latter." He leaned over and flicked the little wheel to light the fellow's smoke. "And the former's Bert."

'Cuthbert' got too many raised eyebrows, as well. Apparently it wasn't exactly a name here, least not outside of old poems and books. But Bert was. Ah, the pains of fitting in to some foreign world...

"What about you?"