Edward wanted to ask if she ever shut up. But he was trying to act like a friend and she had finally stopped talking about how perfect her brother was. He wanted to gag. Instead, he walked along and pointed out the bakery that came into view. "There. That's the place."

He shook his head immediately when she talked about being a great friend. "You are getting tarts because we have money. It's easy to act nice when people got money! You can't be expecting me to buy things every time we hang out."He didn't really want to hang out again except to get that birthday present. It wasn't like she'd find out his birthday was in September, there's no way he'd be able to fake it that long anyway. And she'd ditch him as quick as anyone when she realized he really was poor, having gotten her and that lame brother a tart already or not.

"Lemon. Those are my favorite." He said simply. "And yeah, depending on how fancy they are. If they get fruits from other places or things, they can have other tarts." She was really so easy to trick. He could tell her they had tarts made of honey comb and she'd probably believe him. It would be fun if he thought he'd get away with it for a long time.

"Come on!" He grabbed her hand and tugged her inside. "Remember, this is your money and you gave it to me so I could ask for it. You don't even know what tarts are!" he whispered before he puffed up his chest and went up, pretending to look at the displays. He could barely read, but he could identify what he saw. There were a few tarts but it didn't matter. He'd get the lemon and two strawberry and they'd be home free.