"Despair isn't a bad way to encapsulate it," she agrees. "It's just more a more literal one. Yours is the mood I think it would inspire by lighting it. Maybe we should save them and give them to anyone we don't like. You know, if Elijah or Klaus or Katherine were to pop in." She glances around like saying their names might actually invoke them.

T-shirts might not be bad and at least the hair gel is useful and doesn't smell like despair. She's still getting used to the idea of the sponsored junk and is a little intrigued and, dare she say, excited about it.

She gives him a look that is equal parts confused and surprised because why would anyone need eight boxes of candles. "Maybe we can keep a couple of them, make sure to display them prominently and pawn the others off on people who like despair and freedom?"

Only she's not sure who those people would be and if they came to her for a professional opinion, she'd recommend a therapist.