Wouldn't you see it a boon, tormenting me with your purchases while I was a captive audience? [He's not too dour to keep from bantering, and the lightness of Nico's mood helps. This was... pleasant.]

[Hubert steps around the plant's trap as he joins Nico at the front of the stall, looking over the eccentric (in his eyes) array of accessories for cats, dogs, birds, and others, including rats. And pointedly ignoring the starry-eyed merchant still watching the two of them.]

I'll call you whatever you'd prefer. If that is Nico, then very well.