23) candy

Candy was an easier task; he'd simply strolled around in the city until he saw a shop flaunting its sweet stuff and went in.

The first thing that hit him was the overwhelming saccharine aroma that threatened to bowl him over. The next was the mass variety of very conceivable shape and colour and design, and so much pinkness, redness, frilliness and laciness it hurt his eye.

A shop assistant materialized next to him; a perky young girl beaming. He almost hit on her before he remembered what he was supposed to be doing. She cooed, "Good morning sir, you're early! How may I help you, are you looking for a gift for a special someone?"

He blushed, "Er, yes."

"I see. Let's see, how about these?" and she plucked an exquisitely wrapped pink box of heart-shaped brown-coloured pieces with too many pink ribbons seemingly from thin air.

He shook his head. "Erm…can I have something less, I mean, not so…"

"Ah," she smiled, "I know just the thing." The lurid pink box disappeared and a much more understated simple box appeared, filled with little lips-shaped brown-coloured bits, Chocolate kisses printed on the cover. "These chocolates are so cute and wicked, don't you think, and they taste just heavenly."

He smirked, if she knew heaven she wouldn't be describing them as such. It would be a fun gift though, and not too sappy, so he replied, "I'll take it."