Ugh, you're probably right. I used to get told off for reading under the covers with a flashlight. [There's a faint pang at the memory, an odd sense of yearning loss that comes every now and then. He digs through his cupboard and pulls out a few more candles - the kind in a glass jar so they didn't have to worry about the wax melting on their table]

It is too dark with one candle. We're going to stub our toes on something at this rate.

[The others are smaller, so Sinclair lights them all, adding a faint vanilla scent into the mix]