Damien nodded quietly; true, he had chosen his seat without consulting the impious oracle in his jacket.  It had filled the critera of his nervy disposition.  "Very well; but given my previous expriences I would rather it be a chocolate toad than a real one dipped." he grinned broadly, and wondered, given the way of things here in Corner Sweets, how long it would be before it hopped off his plate and across the floor.  A silent hiss invaded his hearing and he cast a scowl at his jacket pocket