<div class="floatleft">(http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff7/HaruTokushima/Realistic%20Chars/Trent/3577005b-45f1-44e5-9000-10f38c10ea2b_zps1e37ead9.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Trent Wilde<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Party; outside on the lawn<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Maggie, Isis, open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Talking, lighting candles<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>N7 Armor, minus helmet (http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/5c/a3/18/5ca318d21885d2f5c97ee3ffa3b77043.jpg)<br/><hr/><br/>Trent smiled when Miss H agreed to the help, a smile that faded at her attempted compliment, not upset, just from having to pause at the inaccuracy. It returned, though, reassuringly, when she apologized. He hadn't expected her to know. At least she tried. "Sure! When you have an hour or two." He chuckled before taking the candles and matches from her. Her warning was heeded lightly: "Don't worry, Miss H, I'll be fine. For a commander, this job is child's play."<br/><br/>Before he could set off on the mission, a newcomer caught his eye, and at Miss H's outburst, Trent peered around the two to get a look at what had elicited the comment. His eyebrows raised at the sight of the cake. All at once, he was appalled and amazed--only a baker like Isis could make a "real" heart look so tasty. His gaze drifted to the other desserts that accompanied them. His mouth was watering now.<br/><br/>Fortunately, Isis distracted him from the sweets. He turned his head slightly to look at her and smiled. "Heya, Isis. I'm good. How are you? Great cake! The heart looks so real. The cupcakes and cookies look really good, too." He tried not to look back at them.<br/><br/>Before he could comment on Isis' costume, Miss H ushered her away inside the building to have her help with something. It was probably for the best; he didn't want to chat her ear off, at least not so early in the night. Now that he was alone, it was time to start his own job; he turned around and stepped over to the next Jack-o-Lantern. After removing his gloves, not wanting to handle the matches with them on, and tucking them under his arm, he lit one of the candles and set it inside. He moved on to the next.