"Maaaaaybe? Did you want candles?" As soon as the word's out of his mouth Palomo hisses something like 'i got this' to the others at their table all the way across the mess and practically DIVES for the one Wash and York are headed to in the absolute worst stealth combat roll York has ever seen.

But hey. he's trying.

Two candles go on the table and Palomo manages to roll back before Jensen hisses about lighting them and they all look so damn SAD that York has to bite his lip to keep from laughing. "Apparently there are Candles. I got this."

The lighter he pulls from his back pocket is battered and scraped, paint missing on the logo but it's embossed in anyway. Errera. A flick of the well-oiled hinge and click has the lighter burning bright and in turn the candles lit. "There we go."