Phoenix laughed softly, not coming up with any snack things. Unfortunate. "Aw, mushy brain syndrome. That happens on a Cruise Ship to Hell. Or so I've been told," she smirked faintly, "Maybe you're the one who needs a massage, hm?" Not that she was offering. It was more an observation over anything else.
She put each candle in its own little bag then started putting them in a larger bag. That way the scents didn't get all mixed together from wax transfers. Silly? Perhaps.
"Oh yeah. Food can be very relaxing. Especially the sweet ones," She picked up the Apple Pie one when he set it down and sniffed it. Mmm. Just the right amount of cinnamon. And into the bag those went.
"Oh yes... You have a rumbly in your tumbly. And I am all out of snack-foods of awesome. Someone clearly raided my stash." She pouted dramatically, "Not even a single animal cracker hiding in a corner."