Their cheeks were flushed pinker than any blush could manage, panting from exertion after running away from a stampede of the Many-Eyed Bouncy Things.
"Is that really what we're calling it? I mean, it's better than Boaty McBoatFace, but..."
Their caretaker glared, "I am not a biologist and I don't care enough to start trying to accurately categorize the wildlife. If we're still here long enough for it to become an issue, then you, at least, will have far bigger problems."
The twin who had poked the shiny object, and was probably regretting it, blushed in truth. "Yes, ma'am. Sorry."