Charlie was a muse, really. And inspirational genius that just gave Cutty an idea to add grab bags to the inventory. They could talk about cuts & percentages later. "No, not even close to a galleon, Charlie. They're only 2 sickles!" He said, in a can-you-believe-that-whatta-deal sort of way.

Cutty snorted and shook his head when Fern flipped her hair. Nutty little Puff-puff. He turned his attention back to Charlie and began to fill the boys pockets with two wrapped Whizzbees at a time. "Tell me when it's enough, Charlie. 2, 4, 6, 8...?" He stopped at 8 to check his friends response. Maybe that was enough?