The living room smelled faintly of popcorn.

You and Jayce were searching for your favourite board game in the living room, preparing for the evening to come. A quiet tune played from the record player in the corner, and the couch was piled up high with blankets and pillows.

In the kitchen, Viktor prepared an assortment of little snacks--tiny bowls of cut fruit, a tray of cookies, and a dish of popcorn that had already been raided your little fingers.

The sunlight was slowly dimming outside, a few lights already lighting up down on the street below. Inside, Jayce passed you a box of matches, pointing to the candle cupboard with a smile.

"Go pick one out, kid. One of the pretty ones."

Viktor came through into the living room a few moments later, carrying the tray of snacks. "And don't forget to put it on something. We don't want wax dripping on the table."