Just a little here and there. I can fix up the furniture and woodwork on my own, at least. I mean, I don't expect to be able to fix, like, everything, but... y'know. It's. It's something to do.

[ Keeping away in part, sure enough, but it lent itself more to wanting to burn off some nervous energy by moving, and, truly, Bruno himself could use some more light to see by. Not everyone had night vision, after all. One candle after another, then over to the next side to light a few more. They all sit on old plates or tea saucers or bowls he'd managed to dig up from all the other abandoned. Some are chipped and cracked but otherwise do a fair job of keeping them from dripping wax all over the balcony floor.

Once he's done, he'll blow the original candle out and set that down on its own plate. ]

So, appetizing... [ He echoes the word in a bemused way once and then once more when turning to look at Augustine again. ] ...appetizing? Um, define appetizing?

[ Who is and isn't appetizing, Augustine? He just has to know. It's not often you get to ask a predator what kind of prey they prefer. ]