I should, let me just— [ Peter ambles towards the small apartment kitchen, and it's one time that the state of things actually comes in handy. There's three half-finished sodas in the fridge, which he dumps down the sink, and the fourth is secured out of the garbage, which hasn't been taken out. Awesome.

Bottles tucked in his arms, he returns to Johanna, handing them over to her. ]

I think I've got it, yeah. Do I need to say it aloud, or just... think it?

[ And, once she starts getting to work on the candles, he'll add something, because okay he can't help asking a few questions here and there... ]

Why're candles... important? For things like this.