"Oh, it's just you," sighed Persia in relief at the sight of Overreach, his cheeks lighting dimly in embarresment. "And I think I got most of the candles. Special's lighting them up no-"

He flinched, as did Special, at another sound of clattering nearby. Libi glanced to the side in an almost uncaring manner, her star lights wandering over to a gentle purple glow. It was Violet the violet, offering a sound piece of advice- "Hey, uh. Lights are out."
"No kidding," Special snorted as he clicked at his lighter to light the seventeenth candle, only to have it fail him. "Hey, Zippo- light up the rest o' these, will you?"

"Hey," greeted Persia with a smile at the new addition to the group, the tips of his hair catching on fire at the sight of Violet. His attention, however, was turned to Special who needed a task, to whih he argued, "I'm... Not really sure we should be lighting the candles up all at once. I mean, if we hang around Libi we should be fine- not that I'm saying we're only using you, Lib."
Libi offered a small nod of uncaring understanding.

Persia did end up lighting two other candles however, and offering it to Overreach and Violet- "In case you guys need to go somewhere else, I guess. Oh, but Violet... I guess you won't need it, huh."