<div class="floatright">(http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff7/HaruTokushima/Realistic Chars/jesse_2011__008_by_joshuagagnon-d4aqg5v-1.jpg)</div>So far, Tami didn't seem so bad, not at all like the psycho some rumors made her out to be, but Tucker didn't take that as a sure sign. That could easily change within minutes. Catching her beckon, he followed, keeping a decent distance between them, and as he did so, he allowed his gaze to wander. He noticed the fireplace--and what lay in front of it. His muscles tensed slightly, but he then realized the dog was asleep, or was at least just laying there, so there was no reason to be wary. For now, at least.<br/><br/>His attention was directed to what lay beyond the doorway Tami was leading him through, and mild surprise passed over his face. "Whoa," Tucker said under his breath. He didn't expect so many candles or that there could possibly be such a high demand for them. When coming here, he expected this to be a fairly simple task--just pick from a handful and he'd be on his way--but an entire wall of soy candles definitely was not a handful. "Um," he uttered while scanning the shelves from where they stood. He looked back at Tami. Tucker had kind of intended to keep interactions with her short out of concern that she might blow up on him, but, deep down, past the nervousness, there had been a sense of curiosity about what she was like; he kind of wanted to see her do something crazy. It could be a fun story to share at work tonight--Hannah would get a kick out of it, at least. "Kind of. My mom said that she wanted something that smells something like summer. Have anything like that?"