"You.. don't actually buy that candle magic stuff, do you?" Tracy asked when they were alone.<br/><br/>Boy was she no more relieved to hear the skepticism coating his tone. "No, of course not. It's mumbo-jumbo, all of it." Cynthia placed down her mug, stepping against his chest in unspoken hopes for a hug or a reassuring squeeze.  Des's return had her pulling away,  fussing through her wallet for the change. She barely made eye contact with him, murmuring a polite goodbye before they were scotch-clean and bursting back into the blinding daylight.<br/><br/>Fresh air washed over her face. She breathed in, smiling to herself. She hip-checked up away from the driver's seat, letting them in and starting the car. "Sooooo, now that your curiosity's quenched, can we never go back in there, that place is fucking weird. Did you see how stuck up he was about the colors? They're just<span style="font-style: italic">candles</span>, and if you asked me, it looked like he woulda been the kid to shoot up your school. Do you know which is his brother?"