"It could be part of the welcoming package. Welcome to the Fleet, here's your year's supply of crappy candles."

Stefan nods in agreement. This is a foolproof, perfect plan, and absolutely nothing wrong would happen if they hand-delivered terrible candles to their worst enemies. Sure, he doesn't remember half of their battles, but he sure doesn't think they were pleasant.

"Also, uh, sorry if you were planning on getting any actual work done. I don't think that's happening anymore."