He opened his mouth in alarm, then realised how rude that must look and swiftly
closed it again. “What the hell’s in this?”
Lee
chuckled, obviously delighted at the effect. “The brandy’s the slap, and that’s
the tickle! It’s popping candy, you can buy packets of it. I think the
combination of the smooth, strong spirit with the sweet, fizzy candy goes
really well.” Maybe he saw something in Bryan’s expression that worried him
because he frowned. “Well, Patrick’s not entirely convinced either, not yet.
But this is all about unusual confectionery, isn’t it? We have to have a unique
selling point.”
“You
know about marketing strategy?”
“In
theory.” Lee shrugged. “I have plenty of ideas but we need more than that. I
can handle basic promotional campaigns, work on the principles of customer
targeting. But we can’t afford an artist to do our posters and flyers, and
let’s face it, the artistic gene passed me by at birth.” He tapped the