"He's not a pet. He's amazing. Kind, warm, passionate, vibrant."

Bash begins setting up his area to work in, melting the butt of one of the candles so it'll stand on the floor on its own. Pouring a mix of rum and warm coffee into the thermos cup.

"Y'know, if I were a houngan or a bokor, the rum would probably be spit in your face. Spraying it's kinda how things are done. But we're doing this a little differently, this time."