"I'll make a note tae look." Once he had permission to spend money and a job to get the money from. Or maybe he'd manage to steal some. Harry was still casing the city, unsure of exactly how difficult it would be to shoplift and vanish. The tech in the city was sometimes a lot more advanced than they had on the Isle, and he wasn't sure if there were other ways the city had to track him. The collar on his neck seemed to imply that he might already have a tracker on him.

"Ye hev these all th'time back home then? D'ye hev other kinds o'candy ye like?"