The expressions on the faces of the clerk and the lurking manager are so relieved that Ellie snorts, dipping her head forward to hide her laughter, shoulders shaking. She has to hold her pink gummy mustache to her face so it won't fall off.

"I suppose," she says loftily, using her stupidest, fanciest voice. Because honestly, grand-theft-mustache is still a little bit appealing.

But then she catches sight of a familiar blue box, and squints sideways at it, catching her mustache as it falls off.

"... macaroni and cheese gummies?" she asks, picking up the box.