"Cooking accident?" Zack asked as he prodded at the candle burning in a jar in the middle of Sephiroth's stove. "Wait, do you even cook? I've never seen you cook."
"I cook," Sephiroth replied before sighing. "And no, it was not a cooking accident. Or any other sort of accident. I just... found it while looking for something else and the easiest way to get rid of it is to burn it."
Zack shrugged. That did sound fair. At least it was a decent-smelling candle, too, and nothing too invasive. It wasn't wholly out of place in Sephiroth's kitchen, either. Made it look a little more lived-in. He was pretty sure Sephiroth only ever used the coffee maker and that didn't count as cooking.
"What were you looking for?" Zack questioned after a moment. He leaned back against the counter and waited. Sephiroth wasn't really a stuff-gathering person, though, and the apartment wasn't really big enough to misplace anything in. Bigger than his own space, but not... spacious at all.
Zack waited a moment to see if he could push farther or not. Maybe...
Sephiroth smirked and continued. "But Tseng thanked me..."
Suddenly, Zack didn't want to know.