With all of that taken care of, he placed the candles in the candle stands before returning to the loft. He had an entire night to while away and he was pretty hungry, in more ways tha— No. Just hungry. For food. He thought about going back out before deciding ‘fuck it’. He took the shortbread the couple who had housed him and the guys served them for dinner the other day. There was plenty of it left, which was no surprise. It was so thick and sickeningly sweet that even the fucking ponies found it hard to swallow, and hence fobbed it off to Handy, who could only bring himself to nibble on it now and again.