There is a boy on campus who carries around a massive bag of hard candy. He’ll give you a piece if you ask, or maybe he’ll offer it, for the price of a small kindness. Not for him, but to anyone you see who may need it – a signpost for a student lost in the woods, an extra necklace for Jimothy, a rinse for anyone burned by silver nitrate. He wears iron, but he is very, very careful to never use his iron-ringed hand to pass out the small packets of sweetness. He knows to avoid the Pain Salt.