Konoha's Shopping District was a particularly impressive place to shop, and Ami's family had a shop on one of the more well-traveled corners. They did a brisk business, and had trading contracts through a third party that linked them to textile traders all over the world. Though they were a modest shop without plans for expansion, they always had plenty of clientele pouring in, thanks to the lure of missions and political power plays.

As such, Ami wasn't unused to coming home to find some young lord or another nosing around the store. Politeness and respect for her elders and superiors came much, much easier than amiable feelings towards her peers, so she merely bowed low as she laced into a carefully tailored, tiny apron and climbed up on a stool to man the main display at the counter while her aunt went to negotiate with said young lord's entourage over some bolt of silk or another.

After a brief moment of hesitation, she decided not to risk ignoring the foreigner. He could be speaking rhetorically, but better to be safe than sorry. "Not really, Ouji-sama. The Shopping District is a one-of-a-kind sort of place."