"Not enough to worry about," he assures, and digs around in the chaos to find something to wrap the candles in. "If you'd said you were looking to light an entire cathedral, well. Then we'd have an issue."

Four candles are neatly wrapped and handed over with a nod. "That'll be...sixpence."

It's usually a shilling, of course, but she did help move that heavy heckin' cauldron.