Lemon!  Mable recoiled at the thought, and somehow it was perfect for Edward.  Lemon candy was not something she enjoyed, but her brother always did, and it all fit together like a puzzle in her brain.

"Yes, you ask for the tarts," she agreed in a whisper, "if anyone gives you trouble, I'll charm them!"  She puffed out her chest in a similar way to her friend, feeling very important and excited as she watched him walk up to the displays.  After a moment, she followed, too entranced by the sight of so many lovely looking sweets, but she was careful to not look too amazed or clueless at them.

"Have you ever eaten an actual lemon?" she asked after a moment, still stuck on the thought.  "The fruit, straight from a tree?  They're very sour.  I don't like them at all, but my - I mean, sometimes, you can make them into a nice sweet drink, lemonade!  Are the tarts sweet like that?  They must be if they're your favorite, unless you don't like sweet things."

If she was aware of her rambling, she did not show it at all.  In fact, she turned to Edward and smiled at him as she spoke, oblivious to his annoyance.