With Goodnight's accent, his pronunciation was still appalling. But there was only so much that could be done with that. At least he hadn't added in syllables that didn't exist.

Just for the sake of of, he leaned over and wrote his name out, as it was supposed to be written, in the sandy dirt between them.

"Park. Bokyung." He shrugged a little. "The Masters normally just called me boy."