Proud pansie

I was recently at furniture.man's residence and while we were just sitting around he said, "did you see my candle?" I said yes I did and he told me to look closer. I picked it up and there on the side of it were knife marks. He said "I noticed it was melting a little uneven so I wanted to help it out." I literally loved it. I didn't think he'd be playing with candles without me, but he had been in need of some clearing of the air due to a burned (to a LITERAL CRISP) pizza. Like the pizza was a black frisbee. So he had some candles from a previous mom present and he lit one up. I was thrilled. Later on we played with my (superior) candles.