"Ah..." Marco blushed slightly and handed her the bracelet of sky flowers almost just so he could free the hand to rub the back of his neck with it. "Is that why they were down here earlier?" he feigned almost innocently. "And here I thought I was blending in so well too." Not that Marco ever blended in anywhere.

In any case, he waved a hand. "If they knew anything about tourism though, they'd know big names also mean big money." Whitebeard island politics 101, always give the islanders reasons to love having you around. Always.

"And how have you been, Robin?" There was almost a half a pause as his mind raced for a nickname. But barring a few exceptions, he usually liked bird names best, and Robin was someone he was extra careful around. Pity. Maybe something would come to him later.