On either side of them and for as far as the eye could see, all Charlie and Veruca could spot were nothing but plots of cocoa trees and workers, typically young to middle-aged men tending and picking the crop to begin shipping them to their customers. Mr. Villareal's operation was much more traditional than Wonka's; he lacked all the fantastical equipment the crazy genius had invented, but his operation was advanced enough that it looked just like any other cocoa bean plantation on earth, quite the opposite of the Cocoa Bean Room. It was about five minutes before Mr. Villareal stopped his truck next to a patch of land where a group of men were busy tending to the growing cocoa beans, got out of his truck and signaled Charlie to get off and follow him. The heir followed suit and helped his fellow Golden Ticket winner by holding her hand as she climbed down from the bed of the truck, the perfect moment, in her mind, to look as poised and snobbish as she could be. She tilted her head up as she got down and continued walking in that manor, as if to let the workers know that someone important was in their presence. Propagating this image of prestige did not stop there, since she was no fan of stepping on dirty dirt, Veruca had come prepared for the realities of visiting a plantation as her outlandish hiking boots came in handy to keep her precious princess footsies safe from the filth below them. All of this came in sharp contrast with Charlie's business-oriented attitude mixed with his geographically appropriate clothing as he was merely focused on learning all he could about this new strain of cocoa bean before deciding to buy some of its seeds.

Mr. Villareal had gotten one of his workers to bring over a cocoa bean from the old crop and one from his new crop and placed them both on the hood of his truck, to which he explained, "Here it is, Charlie. We call it Dulce Chocol'ha, or just Dulce Chocol. I'm going to cut you a piece of one of our regular Cacao beans and one from a Dulce Chocol bean so you can compare their flavors."

"Alright," Charlie agreed as Mr. Villareal pulled out a pocketknife and cut into both beans, carving out the edible part for tasting.

Charlie took a bite out of the piece of the old cocoa bean and it tasted fine, just like any other cocoa bean he'd tasted, but then he tasted Dulce Chocol, he was not disappointed, the cocoa bean planter had delivered, to which the heir declared, "You're right, this one is sweeter."

Mr. Villareal smiled as he felt a sense of accomplishment overcome him, he was more than sure that he was about to make a deal, meanwhile, Charlie was busy trying to spread the love around, holding the two samples up to his plus one's face, and pleading, "Here, try them both, Veruca. Tell me what you think."

The little brute took the cocoa bean samples and began to savor them, but as Veruca tried to decipher the difference between the two, Charlie noticed one of the workers, a short, young man in his twenties with dark skin and slick black hair, joke with him, playfully asking, "¿Como se llama la ruca?"

As much as he had studied other languages, regional slang still caught him off guard, and without an understanding of what the man was trying to ask, the heir answered the question he though the heard in an extremely literal way, replying, "No, se llama 'Veruca.'"

This seemingly strange response only served to confuse the worker even more, it sounded like the woman was named after a bodily growth, but he thought that couldn't possibly be correct, so he asked in an equally confused tone, "¿Verruga, la ruca?"

It looked like the worker still was not understanding what Charlie was trying to say, and in a last ditched effort to get him to comprehend, the heir slowed down his speech, interestingly enough, saying the same thing in both of their languages at the same time, and clarified, "No, no, no Veruca."

This breakdown and emphasis on the last syllable of the brat's name helped the worker understand it, yet he still found it to be incredibly odd, and responded with as much confusion as before, "Así que, Veruca, la ruca? La ruca es Veruca."

This tongue-twister of sorts was getting way out of hand, there seemed to be a language barrier that was too difficult for even polyglot Charlie to break down, but that didn't stop one of the other workers from playing around with the funny sounding name of the princess who was out in the field, and coming up with a song of his own, which he then began to sing, "Oye, Verruga tiene la ruca, Veruca."

That worker then began to pump up his fellow workers by flailing his open-palmed arms back and forward to get them to join in with him, and in an Oompa Loompa-esque fashion, the group of workers broke out into a little song about one of their guests, "Verruga tiene la ruca, Veruca. Verruga tiene la ruca, Veruca."

While the workers were having a ball with their new song, Veruca turned around from tasting the cocoa beans to look at them in confusion because she could tell they were talking, nay, singing, about her, so she turned over to her fellow Golden Ticket winner, and asked, "They said my name, I heard them say my name! What are they saying, Charlie?"

Now, the Good Boy didn't like the situation he had been put into, he figured out what the workers were saying and he knew that the little brute would hate it if she found out what they were saying, so he tried to answer her question in the most vague way possible, telling her, "They seem to have invented some new tongue-twister."

While technically true, the brat was not satisfied with the Good Boy's translation, she knew he was not showing her the full picture and that only upset her even more. And suddenly, the same pouty face she put on when Wonka told her she couldn't have one of his squirrels as her pet came back years later, and so did the aggressively demanding tone in her voice, which made itself present as she repeated herself much more slowly for Charlie, asking again, "What…are…they…saying...Charlie?!"

There was no way of getting the brat to let this go, the heir had to tell her the truth, but knowing that she would not like what she was about to hear, Charlie took in a deep breath to calm himself down, and then responded in a terrified, squeaky voice, "They're saying 'The girl, Veruca, has a wart.'"

The nervous smile Charlie put on did nothing to calm Veruca's wrath, luckily, the Good Boy was spared it because her attention was solely on the workers who made fun of her. And with the same focus she used to slip through the gate in the Nut Sorting Room, the brat began marching up to the workers, but was stopped by Charlie embracing her. Yet, that did not stop her from kicking her long legs up in the air, and screaming, "Say that one more time! Say that one more time and I'll stick my boot up your fucking arse, you bloody tosser!"

But, just as confused as Veruca was listening to the workers sing a humiliating song about her in a language she did not understand, the workers just looked on at this rabid woman being restrained while she screamed at them in a foreign language, and so the worker that started to song just stared back at her and explained to her he didn't understand what she was saying, replying, "Desculpe, pero no se que chingaos anda diciendo, Señorita."

In order to restore the peace, Charlie thought it beneficial that he remove Veruca from the presence of the workers as every time she saw them she screamed at them with her pearly teeth out, making her look like a dog getting ready to bite. He had gotten Veruca to comport herself, and while other times she just got angry because she could, this time around the little brute at least made the effort to rationalize her anger to the Good Boy, explaining, "Do you know how many times I've heard that joke, that I'm a wart? Too many times, Charlie, and it pisses me off every bloody time!"

The heir kept telling his guest to please calm down and to focus on the different cocoa beans he gave her to try and tell him the difference, but Veruca could not stop being angry about the song, understandably so. Charlie would be upset too if he had an unflattering name and people used it against him, he would not in a million years lash out and start a fight with someone else, but he would be upset. The Good Boy knew firsthand how cruel children could be and how much bullies could hurt you, so it wasn't hard for him to believe Veruca when she told him immature schoolchildren used to taunt her over her name, the only difference being that Veruca stood up for herself and got into many fights over the taunts whereas Charlie always ran away from his tormentors so that it wouldn't escalate into physical abuse, which sometimes it did. In fact, it was not hard for the heir at all to visualize that spunky nine-year-old girl he met on the factory tour punching a bigger, twelve-year-old boy right on the nose for calling her a wart, as she, in fact, recanted. The only strange fact about that was that this altercation took place only a few months before the two former Golden Ticket winners first met outside the gates of Wonka's factory and she did not react the same way when the amazing Chocolatier did the same thing when she first introduced herself to him at the beginning of the tour.

But he guessed the only reason she controlled herself when Wonka taunted her was because she was playing the role of the princess to get on his good side and win the special prize, which she did end up confirming when she clarified, "It took all of my willpower to keep me from kicking that nutter right in the fucking nadgers when he called me a wart, Charlie! But I bit my tongue and took the abuse all because I wanted that special prize so much. But had I known the surprise would be having to live in that demented facto try, I would have brought him down with one kick! To hell with getting eliminated right on the spot, that dingbat mentor of yours would have deserved it!"

Eventually, the two former Golden Ticket winners and their host had moved away from the taunting workers, meaning Veruca was finally able to calm down and finish savoring both pieces of cocoa bean, and with a sour-like look on her face, she responded to Charlie's request for her opinion, saying, "Well, the last one was less bitter."

This was a quick reminder that not everyone else in the world had the honor and privilege to study chocolate making under the master, Willy Wonka, that not everyone knew how a bar of chocolate was made, and like second nature, Charlie jumped into a lesson on how the confection was made, explaining, "All cocoa is bitter, we need to add the sugar and the other ingredients in order to make it taste like the candy you know and love."

"The ingredients, which are...?" Mr. Villareal asked, leaning in closer to his customer with a smile on his face.

Charlie stepped back in response to Mr. Villareal getting all too close to him, but after the heir realized the planter was just joking, he loosened his guard and chuckled back, before playfully responding, "You're not getting the recipe, Mr. Wonka would kill me."

"I know, I know, I'm just teasing," Mr. Villareal explained, he was just trying to divert attention back to him and the potential sale.

But, once the humor settled down, the seller and the customer turned the conversation back to business, where the planter directly asked, "So, do we have a deal, Charlie? Will you purchase the seeds from us?"

The final hour had arrived, Charlie had to make a decision, and after considering everything he had experienced, he responded, "Well, I discussed it with Mr. Wonka before coming here and he seemed to be on board. Plus, I did say this would be his birthday gift. I like it, we have a deal! We'll take one hundred thousand seeds."

This was music to Mr. Villareal's ears, a huge sale was just what his business needed, and with a huge smile on his face, he gushed in a gleeful tone, "Excellent, I'll write up the paperwork for the transaction."

"And I'll contact the New York office, they'll forward you the money for the purchase," the heir added, sealing the fate of their most recent business deal.

"Another terrific deal, Señor Bucket," Mr. Villareal claimed as he stuck his hand out to shake Charlie's.

Only for Charlie to do the same and close the deal on a personal level, and responding, "Anytime, Señor Villareal."

Charlie knew from the get-go that he was going to leave Mexico having ordered a massive shipment of cocoa bean seeds from the Villareal plantation. The Tabascan cocoa bean producer was his most intimately known business partner, Charlie would have liked to think that they were friends, but the realist in him knew that Mr. Villareal was running a business to keep his family wealthy and he was just being nice to make a sale. It was this reality that really hurt Charlie, the shallowness that came with being a businessman, the Good Boy yearned of being able to interact with someone without the pretext of a business deal, which he guessed was a reason why he pursued Veruca even after she gave him many moments to call quits on such an endeavor. He figured starting some sort of relationship with Veruca could help him out with his emotional well-being since he would finally have someone to talk to who could understand the problems he dealt with on a regular basis, since they both knew the secrets of the factory and he would not have to worry about her spilling the beans to anybody else. The Good Boy had succeeded in getting Veruca to agree to spend time with him yet had so far failed to foster anything deeper than an acquaintanceship. But their time together was still not as much as Charlie would like, and with their upcoming vacation at the Villareal's beach house the next day, the two former Golden Ticket winners would have more than enough time to grow even closer than ever.