Diarmuid doesn't answer September's question at first. He is too busy looking at all the different kinds of candles. Where he is from, they are usually just basic things. Maybe a few have carvings in them if they are for special use, but most aren't. His hand slips free of September's and he walks up to the store window, pressing up against it.

"So many... Look at all the colors!" He gazes at them for a moment longer, before finally seeming to register that September has said something to him. He looks back at his friend, a look of wide eyed wonder on his face, "Can we?"