"I thought I did that a few years ago," Jack bantered in return. "Sadly, my ... candy shop is yours even if you smash the chocolates, rob the register, and mix the black jelly beans in with the purple ones."

The last was, of course, the most evil of them all.

He sipped at the scotch when it arrived, cocking an inquisitive eyebrow at Emma. The bartender had served them rather quickly, hadn't he?