"Well, you could save them until I can get over there so you can eat them off someplace interesting . . ." she says thoughtfully.

"Or you could eat them now and I could just bring over the box. Although really, I think if I'm going to come over and ask you to eat candy off of me, we can probably do something tastier than these." A rattle on the other end of the phone indicates the Sweethearts. Weird little chalky bastards.