Well, it was that or 'mister', and that made her sound like a little kid, so it was not up for negotiations. Aside from the odd stranger she had to be polite to, the only person to consistently earn that name was her own cousin.

Ami made a faintly incredulous noise, raising her eyebrows in a decidedly skeptical manner that seemed to have more judgment packed into it than a small girl in a frilly dress should be able to muster up in the first place. "I... would recommend something preserved." That was a tactful way to say that their produce was terrible. Ami wasn't sure if it was because of a bad harvest or if the general store was just not the place they sent the best crops, but the prices and quality just did not match.