Rebecca: Wasn't so long ago that I was delivering the candles instead of making them.
Father: I remember. Especially the year when you fell and twisted your knee.
Vincent: Sometimes we have to fall, Father, to learn how to get up.
Rebecca: Mouse was the worst. That first year I made the candles, he broke half of them with that catapult of his.
Father: (laughs) Our poor helpers thought that someone was flinging missles at them.
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