Make her a candle
Debitto stood infront of a boiling pot of wax. It smelled like rotting fish and Skin. He stirred the ladle slowly, then dipped a long wicker into the pot.
Debitto let out a shrill, happy shriek. "It's done! FINALLY!"
Jasdero sat up, drool drizzling from his mouth.
"What's done, Debi?" he yawned.
"Kisu's birthday present! She wanted a pineapple scented candle. So I made her one!"
Jasdero wrinkled his nose. "It smells yucky."
