Menorahs aren’t suppose to be green, or made out of hard light constructs, but it wasn’t exactly like deep space was the ideal setting for a Hanukkah celebration. But far away on earth, it’s the first night of the 8-night celebration, and Hal is determined to celebrate it no matter what. He said that a construct Menorah was probably permissible in this context anyway.

So you’re walking around the abandoned space station where you’d set up or the night - your ring lighting the way - as you actually look for a place to put it. Carefully stepping over the ruins of whatever alien civilization had actually built this place in the first place. Or, if you’re Hal Jordan, not so carefully stepping over it. It’s not like alien tetanus is a thing, right?

“Okay, here, I’m just going to—” His arm comes up and sweeps debris off the nearest surface, setting the Menorah down. “You ready to light this baby up?”

Hal’s grin is shit-eating, as usual, and he wiggles his eyebrows up his face. Even though you feel bad he’s on a mission in deep space during a holiday, his face is still incredibly punchable.