"Now /that/'s what 'm talkin about!" said Nicholas, pointing a wing at Johnny. One which he did end up scratching along his nose. Once he'd had a hum about this, anyway. "'s like, if anybody called me anythin else, who's that? Got some understandin though, People mebbe usedta let each other pick their own once they got so old. Not true for you though, huh? Bummer."