His complement earned a slight tinge of pink across her cheeks, the red of her ears mostly hidden by her long hair. She had shown off a little, wanting to be seen as more than just a little child tagging along to help at the family store, but found herself unsure just how to respond to that sort of praise. His introduction, however, rerouted her attention almost instantly.

"...my mother came from around there." For the first time, something shifted in her large, doll-like eyes; a brief flash of nostalgic warmth. "She came here when she was young, though." She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, nervously, then looked down again and quickly bowed. "My name is Oyama Ami." Oyama was her Aunt's maiden name, so it had nothing to do with the shop itself, which was her uncle's inheritance. "And... I am not a 'little princess'," she mumbled, fingers curling behind her long sleeves and shoulders inching up.

That's what some of her classmates called her, in reference to the girl as big as a thumb.