Right, absolutely right, that was his bad, she's not ready for flippant nicknames, or probably a lot of the conversational tactics typically at his disposal, actually. He watches her try to process his question, and then set about closing the bag, with some bewilderment. Her answer shocks him into laughter, though it's not meanspirited so much as surprise. Hoo, boy. This kid is a hoot and a half.

"Nah, kid. Well, yeah, you should have, but that's not the main thing." He steeples his fingers, ready to drop some cosmic stealing wisdom, summoning however much patience it's going to take for it to stick. "The main thing, is to take the bag somewhere less obvious. If it didn't have someone's name on it, you could maybe play it off right here, that could be anyone's bag, that could be your bag, though it's still risky. But if someone sees their name on a bag with your grubby little hands in it, the game is up, my friend." And this part is serious, he drops some of his breezy jovial attitude for the kicker, "And the next person might not be as nice as me." She is not a very attentive child, that's for sure, and it would stink for her to get a surprise wallop for being so bad at this.