If Clue were socially equipped to respond in kind, he most certainly would've done so. He might've given another thank you, a smile, a gentlemanly nod of the head; all sorts of fine courtesies. That was what Miss Potts — Calla — deserved. But unfortunately Clue was just Clue, and he tilted his head slightly at the compliment, and at least managed to recognise the friendly exchange of first names. "Clue". She could call him that.

And then he let her leave for Honeydukes while he turned and went in the opposite direction. He held the folded, wrapped new robes delicately, as if they were something precious to him. This package was the first thing he'd ever bought with his own coin; and thus, perhaps, a symbol of a hopeful future.

-wrap <3-