For some reason, Maisie got the sneaking suspicion that she'd seen him somewhere before, but she couldn't quite place where. He seemed nice enough, but perhaps a bit...well, odd. Still, she wasn't one to judge on first appearances.
"Blood flavoured? Wouldn't that taste a bit like the iron one?" She was pretty sure that everyone knew what blood tasted like, and she thought that it tasted that way from the iron in it. It kind of grossed her out, but then, she supposed that would make a good Bertie Botts. A lot of them were absolutely horrid.
"Favourite? Well, of the normal ones it'd have to be chocolate. I'm a wee bit of a chocoholic. Otherwise, I'm pretty fond of pear and menthol."