Yaaaay. Lots of them. He looooved Fizzing Whizzbees. They were betting than flying. Or what he presumed flying would feel like. He was still a little heavy to be flying. He wasn't going to stop eating the sweets anyway. Especially not at this moment. They were like in arms reach almost. He jiggled a little on the spot with excitement, as Cutty pulled out the cylinder.

Charlie's mouth dropped when Fern got in between him and his sweeties. She really was Godzilla. "Don't you go getting in between me and my Whizzbees," he scolded at her slightly. "You don't get to being my shape by not being able to afford sweeties. Plus Cutty is awesome, he won't charge me like a galleon per whizzbee." Right?

He held out his hands in a cupping motion, then thought for a moment. Not big enough. He should've brought a bag. POCKET!!! Genius Charlie.

He held open his pocket, "Just fill it." He had a peer in first to check whether it was the one with money in or not. Thankfully it wasn't.