"I'm usually a cherry person, but I think the lemon flavor is my favorite too!" Charlie grinned excitedly, extremely proud of himself for finishing the product.  He watched Willy lick the paper and felt another blush creeping up over his pale face, partly because the chocolatier was so inthralled with his invention, and partly because...well, he couldn't help but wish that maybe...<br/><br/>Charlie shook the notion from his head.  "Oh wow...you're right!  It'll be the first product with the new logo."  The boy sighed dreamily, in awe of their progress; it was surreal!  He looked over at Mr. Wonka, a bright sparkle in his chocolate eyes, and suddenly felt so happy he might have hugged the man.  The loud pitched whistle interrupted his thoughts, and Charlie shouted at Mr. Wonka to duck out of the way.  He put his arms up as the jet pack splashed, but the water didn't splash in his direction; Willy flailed, and the steaming purple gloves hit the floor.<br/><br/>Obviously having an enormous weak spot for Mr. Wonka, Charlie rushed over and grabbed his hands, inspecting them quickly.  "Are you alright, Mr. Wonka?  Are you okay??"  He took the graceful looking hands into his own slightly smaller ones, holding them like they were made of glass.  "I think you took them off in time..."  Charlie stroked the top of them gently, glancing up and smiling shyly.  "You have beautiful hands, Mr. Wonka...you should show them more often."  They were slender, yet not too feminine, and suprisingly soft.  "They're perfect...I've never seen such a flawless person."  Charlie smiled, looking up at the chocolatier with obvious admiration in his eyes.