[A name, at last. Matoba is sure it isn't a true name, but there was always a nugget of truth in what anyone chose to call themselves. His smile spreads slyly, and he cheerfully inclines his head.] Hizen, it is.

[It's certainly not a Kumamoto accent, but he can't help but think it familiar. Hm.]

[Matoba moves with his same grace as ever, folding his parasol and tucking it in his belt before browsing around the shop. Honestly, he just starts... perusing, and making himself little packets of different candies he likes. He sure is getting a lot of candy.]

Doesn't it? My, no one around here has anything they like, do they? [Whatever that means! Well, Matoba has things that he likes- so it scoops some chocolate-covered almonds into a bag as he feels more than watches Hizen's movements around the store, cautious and deliberate.] ...What became of you, after we parted ways? Perhaps you should not have run off, after all.