Tyki hopped nimbly up onto the dock and then offered Nabiki a hand to help her up. She wasn't wearing a skirt yet, but when she was wearing one the hand would be not just a courtesy, but pretty much necessary.

The habit was all too ingrained for him not to offer the hand, anyway. As Nabiki said, he was a gentleman.

"The shop is just this way," he said, offering her his arm once more as he led her up the the stone steps to the street level and across the walkway to a small and very exclusive-looking boutique.