"So this kid - maybe twelve? Old enougb to know better. Decides to nick and eat No-Nose sweet and a Nosebleed Nougat. Nevermind that he nicked and ate them , but somehow it's my fault that he's bleeding from his now non-existant nose and his mum's threatening to call the Minster. I told her better to teach her kid not to steal, but I'm not sure she appreciated my parenting advice. Took another ten to get her to let me make him take the antidote end and huffed off when I told her she'd have to pay for the rest of the box."
He sat back, suddenly realising just how amusing it really did sound, and shook his head. "And my new shopgirl quit, so I'm cleaning up blood and wrappers and closing up myself." And he managed a chuckle. "What I wouldn't give for Verity back. Or, you know. Any warm body with half a brain."