"That's what I thought!" Art beamed, puffing up with pleasure at having nailed the colour. Who had the fashion sense of a drunk in a charity shop now, Scarlet?! His eye fell next on a white plastic wedge that looked very much like a doorstopper. A thin metal plate covered the thin edge, and the thick edge sported a small red light. "Doorstop alarm," he explained. "You jam it under your door, right, an' someone tries to get in, it stops the door opening and it makes a hell of a noise. Godawful, it is, believe me, I tested it. Marian was fixin' to wring me neck. Oh, an' this—" he reached into the basket again, and this time his hand closed on a soft, brightly-coloured plastic package. "Ah, right, jellybeans!" He pulled it out with a grin. "For keepin' your blood sugar up. Now I know they looks a bit fancy-schmancy, but you gotta trust me on this, the marshmallow bean? Tastes exactly like bloody marshmallows. Some kinda wizardry, I swear."