Rider
Rider smiled contentedly as she stroked the large flying bug, watching and sipping on her wine as a waitress approached the girl. Rider raised an eyebrow as the girl, who she suspected was underage, ordered a glass of sweet wine, but if they choose to accept her probably-fake ID, that wasn't Rider's problem. In fact, she was rather glad that the girl seemed to have similar taste in drinks to her. To Rider's further delight, she appeared somewhat fond of olives, too, unlike her date. When the girl had finished ordering, she turned to Rider with a smile on her face, and answered her question.
"Sorry about that. Wormy's his name because I was three when I named him. That's all", she said.
Rider couldn't help but smile at that but, at the same time, for a moment she was somewhat confused. After all, "Wormy" looked nothing like a worm. Why would a three-year-old child think to call a flying bug that looked nothing like a worm "Wormy"?
"But, he doesn't look like...", Rider began, before something came to her mind.
Wait, he doesn't look like a worm now, but don't insect larvae often look worm-like? she realised.
"Oh, I see...", she continued, suddenly realising. "Did he have a larval form that looked like a worm?"
"Oh, and don't worry about placing your order, it's not fair on the waitress to leave her standing around too long", she added.
Then, looking at Dante with a grin, she spoke again.
"And, it's nice to see that you have taste in pizza toppings, unlike some people."