"Ow!"
Belle pulls back her finger and sucks on it, waving a match in her other hand as she recovers from overzealously lighting a scented candle. Chamomile; not for anything magical, just for soothing ambience. Hopefully to help this exchange be a bit less heated than the last one. At least internally.
Belle steps back from the counter with the candle now spreading its aroma across the room. The living room was cleared of extraneous books and the pigeons were even behaving; cooing softly after being well fed and sung to. Yes, she's gotten to the point of singing to them. Belle's always had a soft spot for animals.
After making sure she isn't irreparably burnt, Belle checks her watch and absently runs her fingers over a wine glass. Crystal should be here any minute...
Crystal