"Moment of truth?" He said eying the goblet of pumpkin juice which was really sounding a helluvalot better than any of the sweets he sold. He had been quite tired of them by this time, actually by the summer. Not that he'd gone into getting chuff off his own stuff. But the scent of it alone could be nauseating. "That's not laced with love potion, is it?" Cause Cutty figured he had a hard time enough without the concoction working through his system. Anything else, he figured he could work to his advantage as he often did. Even that time he was transfigured into an animal boy. He reached out for the goblet and swished the liquid in it around sniffing it for traces of anything potion related.

His nosed turned up nothing and he tossed her the charmed cauldron cake. Have fun lost out in the Sahara, dear Goldie! With it's blaring heat and mirages. Cutty drank down the liquid surprising even himself at his sense of adventure having abandoned the concern over a love potion. Not like his vengeance wouldn't have been twice wouldn't have made a love potion a bare necessity to any witch who'd dare dream of slipping him one.