"Good luck with that." She said, smiling around her bite of taffy, "She pretty much lives on a mostly-uncharted island. Tortuga, the pirate island of lore." She shrugged, "I know she makes some for St. Dismas' day."
Dismas, of course, being the patron saint of thieves.
"Fruit-flavor candy never really tastes like the fruit it's supposed to be, but you always know which one it is anyway. Why is that?"