"Oh, I've got bags of 'em!" Cutty boasted his stores, got his bag to open and pulled out a large cylinder filled with the Fizzing Whizbees. He unlatched the cap.

Oh, there she went and did it. Positioning herself a bit too close to the boy and his financial prospects. Cutty shot a tolerant smile at Fern that came and went too quickly to be sincere. "And just what are you insinuating with that remark? That a good man like Charlie Tudor can't afford to buy sweets? Off with you!". He waved his hand at her in a gesture befitting the statement then drew out a whizzbee or two. "How many would you like, Charlie?"