Preston managed to make it all the way over to the counter without tripping again, or even stopping to look at other sweets he might have liked and put into his basket. All he had was thirty Fudge Flies. Enough to last him quite a while if he rationed them out and didn't pig out on them. He placed his basket on the floor beside his feet so he wouldn't drop it and waited behind the girl in front of him to pay for her things so he could get his turn to pay.