You live in a cottage on the edge of the woods and craft edible spells to sell to the local community. Teenagers come to you for hard candies that taste sweet if you actually like the person but sour if it's just a passing crush. Expecting mothers adore your herbal tea, which pours almost clear but swirls with color as they hold the mug; pink if the child will identify as female, blue if male, and a kaleidoscope of pastels if you should just ask the child yourself thank you very much. Your chewing gum is a particular favorite of the local fisherman. They love the sweet cherry flavor that never fades almost as much as the sudden burst of citrus that signifies a storm is coming. The most dedicated of your customers, however, are the world weary and wounded souls, because the cotton candy you sell tastes just like the lightest and happiest of the memories that keep them pushing through.

Ok you win