SPOILER!!: “late, I’m sorry!”
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sweetpinkpixie 
His middle name may as well be clueless to these things. At least in this time his naïve insensitivity wasn't costing anyone anything, right? The teasing was all in good fun and only moderately spiteful at this point. Which is why he returned her banter with a mischievous grin of his own while patting his little satchel bag. "You sure like to insult my brain, because of course I remembered and nicked this from dad's on private store of muggle treats. It even comes with it's own challenge printed on the back of the label. Keep it in your mouth for 15 seconds or less, and you're a flobberworm. Over a minute and you're a dragon." And then he did that thing, that tongue thing that she did all the time, and still wasn't sure if he felt cooler doing it or not. Plus...the air sort of tasted funny. "I am paraphrasing the scale, obviously." He hadn't been all that into what words muggles had used instead.
He would much rather be burning his taste buds off than playing with paint.
It wasn't that she was wrong, but that still wasn't what he meant. There was being an artist and then there was being an artist. If she had called him a visionary, he would have been more on board with the term, but he wasn't a drawing and painting kind of artist. Construction was different. If they were making something out of popsicle sticks he would be a champion.
"Matching?" he repeated, ears perking up and burning ever so slightly. Matching snack tote bags, by the sound of it. Her question was at least an easy one to answer. "Banana sliced in half with peanut butter spread over it and with a little bit of chocolate drizzled in a zipzag pattern over it." He paused, wondering if that was too specific a definition. "Or black cherry yogurt." Or did she mean more like a sweetie? "Or Pop Rocks." Another pause, now realizing that both of these were nonmagical items and maybe he should be listing something from the magical menu. "Or Fizzing Whizzbees."
There. A thorough answer and an accompanying grin to boot.
"Oh, and sea salt and vinegar crisps."
Since he had been listing only sweet things.
Remy made a dramatic gasping sound when he mentioned that he had his own bag of sour sweets. Now it was a competition of who had the most sour ones! Her hands reached out to make grabby hands at them, indicating she wanted him to get them out of his satchel. She had to examine the label, too, to check the rules herself. “
Oh… my… gosh… you’re the BEST, you remembered, and they sound perfect. Who’s shall we try first, Flobberworm?” Atlas Flobberworm, hahaha. Thankfully she hadn’t made fun of his full name out loud, because knowing him he’d find something offensive about that, but Remy was totally oblivious to that fact as always.
She stuck out her tongue to match his funny face. Her face would stay in this expression forever if she carried on like this!
Remy was… disappointed… and a little perplexed at his answer to her very simple question. Why did Atlas have to be so extra? “
I know, how about we draw ice creams.” Just throwing the answer that she was looking for out there. “
Although… Fizzing Whizbees… YUM!” And now she wanted to eat something. Being at a festival required filling your tummies.
By this point, she had gathered more crafts to decorate their tote bags, including lots and lots of glitter. She had already slowly started to spread some of it onto her bag, before looking over at Atlas to make sure he was working at the same time. He could copy her, if he wanted.