Peddler's license? Oh, you don't have to worry about that. All the paperwork you could ever want is right here.

[Charlie lays out his open briefcase on the couch right next to Katherine and then stands up at full height. His motions are decisive, just short of aggressive. Kizuna frowns from behind the bowl of pudding she has set out next to the muffin tray.]

Now sir, Mr. Charles I believe it was, if you are almost done then there is no need for you to come to the kitchen. As much as I would love to share, I am afraid these nonbakes of which my friend is so fond will travel quite poorly.