"I don't mind nicknames," Soldat says, and manages to keep from looking smug when the bacon is finally accepted, not wanting to do anything to risk Law actually eating it. "Before I made this name mine, people called me lots of things. Tinman. Mr. Helpful. Human soldier person." There's a small smile, actually, kind of sad. All the people who gave them those nicknames are gone, now. "I'm really not picky."