Nick notices Yellow coming about half a mile off. He pops in and sarcastically warns the fairy, "Our lord and master is coming back."

A moment later, "I just realized we don't have nicknames for each other. Or I don't know yours, at least. What can I call you that doesn't spread the secret? Oh, and please order me not to tell anyone your name unless I believe it is in your best interest as I understand it to tell it. Did I word that right? I'd appreciate the reciprocal."