Knowing nothing about peppermint toads, Breccan raised an eyebrow, though from context he would've guessed they were similar to chocolate frogs.

"Lemon drops, sugar quills, peppermint toads," Breccan laughed, "My wallet's going to be hurting." His tone was good-natured though it was a truth. He would make a choice, though if he had to admit he would be worried he'd made the wrong one either way.

"Not to say that I won't enjoy myself, though," he added, to assuage any fears. Obediently, he started heading down the row to the mentioned stall, but halfway through his walk he turned back around.

"Perhaps you'd like to join me? Make sure I find the right one, of course." Breccan wasn't opposed to a bit of company, and besides it would take his mind off of thinking about Ollivander and his shop.

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