L'allumeuse: her only job in the restaurant is to walk around, lighting tiny votive candles, the size and appearance of Reese's mini peanut butter cups, and to replace them as they expire. Which is every 5 minutes on the tables, floating in small bowls of marigold blossoms.
Thing is that she lights them mid-step, in the space between tables, looking utterly absorbed.
P.S. I've decided that I can't eat things that repulse me when alive, e.g., prawns.
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