Above the clearly temporary booth declared the word CHANGES. It was this that caught George's attention—a witch who had had more change in her life than anyone her age ought to have, but who still knew there were many things she wished to change about the life that she had been given. Alas, none of them were those that George felt capable of changing on her own, each far too big for someone of her temperament, skills, and position in the world to wrangle on her own.

And still the stand drew her as though a candle, and she the moth.

"I wouldn't — they're bitter."

It was enough to stop George in her tracks as her attention moved to the speaker, a wizard she had no doubt seen before but did not know enough to attach an identity to. What an odd thing to say—she would not have expected what looked like sweets to be described as bitter, nor was it the sort of thing a total stranger was likely to offer up.

"Bitter," George repeated for clarity. "I hardly think the lady would thank you for turning away her business."