[ light sears through the darkness, taking with it motes of ambient dust. kaveh feels for the minute creak that suggests the screw is very much at its limit (that sounded wrong?), and then, carefully, begins on the last screw before the first one's entirely out (that also sounds wrong??) so that he can remove the entire thing in one, steady go.

laughter splashes light across the minute facets of the chandelier. it refracts, like a waterfall dissipating into atmosphere. ]

Wait, so you were hoping I would have people which I can ask for favours I haven't earned? Crafty. [ not a single note of censure; laughing in turn as kaveh teases, his hands and fingers sure. ] I think I understand where you're coming from. Or at least, my interpretation of it. I've never liked troubling others, or how am I supposed to know that what I've got going on is any more important than what other people have going on? What is it that they'll gain from this that I can offer? Favours are tricky things. And owing someone unilaterally is...

[ well, you'd get alhaitham and kaveh, wouldn't you. kaveh winces. ] Anyway, see if you can come up here and hold onto the light. I'm going to lower it. It will be fixed to the ceiling on the inside. I'll have to take a look at it to figure out if it needs to be unscrewed or cut.