Between<span style="font-style: italic">What Hair Tools Did Elvis Use?</span>,<span style="font-style: italic">Crafting Custom Combs</span>, and<span style="font-style: italic">A Traveler's Guide to Combs and Candles</span>, Dimitri was beginning to become aware just how deep down they were scraping this barrel. It turned out that the ancient Egyptians made both candles considered pioneers in the trade. The first by soaking the core of reeds into melted animal fat, and then the authentic candle, made from beeswax. It was then the Romans that began to use a wick, in order to make a candle a more easily maintained light source. From there, colonial women in the early founding of the United States were able to boil berries to make a different type of wax, that produced a sweet aroma when burned. Eventually, Alannah's words had brought him out of his candle-induced trance.<br/><br/>He shut the book, maybe a hint too abruptly. It was at that moment that Dimitri decided he shouldn't open up another candle book for a long while. He hadn't even reached the half of the book about combs.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0040FF">"I think we can pass on that one, for today."</span>He joked. Their chances of finding anything in the kid's section were below slim. It wasn't a humility factor; he'd surely done things far more subjecting than snooping through a kid's section at a public library.<span style="color: #0040FF">"We'll save that one for the a last resort."</span>He lifted his small stack of books, before glancing over to Asya's stack of thirty, he estimated. He gave her a look with raised brows. She wasn't even tall enough to reach half of the books in the library.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BFFF">"What?"</span>She asked, as though it wasn't even slightly out of the ordinary for a kid her age to zip through books like that. Her tone was incredibly innocent, which wasn't anything new.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0040FF">"Nothin'."</span>Dimitri replied, plainly, a grin formed on his face shortly after. He returned his books to the return cart, and assisted Asya in hers. "I was thinkin' tomorrow, we might just be more lucky to search the scene've the crime itself." He knew how dangerous that was, but he wasn't sure if this comb would ever lead them to any luck.<span style="color: #0040FF">"Where d'ya wanna go?"</span>He asked.