by Will Stanton » Mon May 13, 2024 3:04 am
"Pulling me out to specifically not use me? Oh, I'm not sure that's a battle you want to get into, Miriam," the cauldron chuckled.
With a squeak, a thump and a splash, the candle fell all the way into the bottle, briefly bobbing up and down in the remaining champagne. Some loose wax, stripped off by scraping against the bottle's lip, floated on top. The candle itself had a couple grooves now cut into its side where it had scraped itself through, visible through the glass as it righted itself with a smug look on its face.