So it's overestimation this time, but he doesn't mind, finds it more amusing that even an imposing shinobi like Kisame hadn't known such a simple thing. But it's better this way, too. Assuming that proving himself means displaying a competitive combat proficiency, he contents himself with a mild hum in response. Kisame's opinion of him doesn't matter so long as his secret remains secure.

"What a complex view you have for favors, Hoshigaki-san," he returns, smiling. "You're free to come in and look around while I sort these into our stores and find your order."

With that, Haku ducks inside and waves a merry greeting to his employer, informs the shopkeep of the Hoshigaki on their doorstep and sweeps into the back. It's several moments before he emerges with the package in hand.

"Here you are, Hoshigaki-san. An order of salve mixed to keep even the most sensitive types of skin from cracking and drying. We've started incorporating mild oils to make the scent more appealing, but we won't alter the Hoshigaki's standing order unless requested. I don't imagine you're concerned about such things."