Around half past twelve there's a great clattering outside in the corridor and a smiling, dimpled woman slides back their door and says, "Anything off the cart, dears?"

"Uh, what do you have?"

She gestures at the cart, which contains Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans, Drooble's Best Blowing Gum, Chocolate Frogs, Pumpkin Pasties, Cauldron Cakes, Licorice Wands, and a number of other strange things Dorea has probably never seen in her life.

Gosh.

"...Ron, what's good?"

"...um. I like Every Flavour Beans? And, and Chocolate Frogs, and Cauldron Cakes, and" he lists a bunch of other things off the cart but eventually ends with "but I brought sandwiches anyway."

"Well, I want sweets, and trust me, growing up with a kid your guardians like better than you, you learn it's rude to eat sweets in front of someone without sharing. Besides, I've never heard of any of this stuff before."

...the trolley witch is not sure what to do with this information.

"So, you will want something, then?" she asks, because sweets are always the answer.

"A little of everything he just said."

Here's a little of everything he just said!

And now Ron is trying to decide whether to interpret Dorea's exposition on her cousin means he can have some.

She will simplify matters by handing him a packet of beans.

Ooh! Okay he'll accept. "Thanks!"

"Are they magical at all or are they just sweets that have lots of flavours?"

"Oh they have all flavours."

"All?"

"Yeah. George reckons he had a booger-flavored one once."

"Ew."

He pops one in. "Bleaaargh—see? Sprouts."

"...I want one."

He can have one.

"...toast. Cool."

She opens a packet and inspects the contents dubiously.

They are variously colourful in the way sweets tend to be!

...She picks out a pink one.

Pink lemonade!