"Sweeties".
Two years ago at his time of year, for a bet, I took a selection of little cherry tomatoes that were then in the garden with me to the local river, agreeing with my pal (who would be present) that, if I caught a barbel on one of them, he'd be buying me the first of several pints within twenty or so minutes of me returning the thing. Tomatoes in yellow, gold, various pinks and reds were in a clip-top plastic box on the bank and were being eaten by us fast until, after an hour fishing the hottest barbel swim I know, a barbel of just over 5 pounds snaffled a pink one.
Pub, please.