Ok so her basket was looking like she was trying to feed an army. It was piled high with sugar quills and chocolate frogs. And even the odd brick of fudge was stuck in here and there. Chocolate to Paris was like a little slice of heaven and she wanted as much of it as she could get. "Ice mice and drobbles," she reminded herself. She liked eating ice mice before she went to the bed. The chattering of her teeth vibrated her bed and it rocked her to sleep. It was cheesy but she liked it.