Flynn looked at the candle in the center of the table at the tavern. He had once seen someone put out the flame with his bare fingers, and the idea had stuck with him ever since. He wanted to try, but always chickened out at the last moment.

But not today. He slowly moved his hand in, then went for the final pinch.

"Ow!" he yelled, knocking over his drink, flinching from the burn. All eyes were on him now.

"If you want another drink, I'm charging you," the owner grunted, wiping up the floor.

The candle was still burning.