"She loved them, actually. Which is why I'm here again. I want to buy another batch."
"Oh? A few bags this time?" the vendor asked, already reaching for jars.
Bruce paused, then shrugged.
"Make that… a hundred bags."
The vendor froze.
Very slowly.
"…A hundred?"
Bruce only nodded.
The man blinked — twice — then turned toward the shelves like a machine temporarily lagging.
"You planning to build a candy fortress? Or are you trying to make every kid in the city hyper for the next three days?"
Bruce lifted a hand in mild defense.
"They're gifts. And my sister has a sweet tooth."
"Hah! If I didn't see your face last time, I'd think you were preparing for a sugar apocalypse."
The vendor let out a booming laugh, shaking his head as he began piling colorful bags onto the counter.
"Alright, alright. A hundred it is. But if she goes bouncing through walls after this, I'm blaming you."
Bruce just smiled.
