Once, while I was at work, we had a storm and my girlfriend was home in the evening. There were a couple of outages throughout the evening and she was like ‘Oh! Lee’s a witch. I’m sure its cool to use her candles.’ Which it is. Because I have a ton of them. 

Unlike me, she’s responsible with her open flames and goes in search of a tealight holder- all of which are red. Because aesthetic.  As soon as she lights them, the power comes back on. She keeps them going just in case. 

She decides that if she wants food she had better make it now and decides spaghetti is good. As she’s getting ready to put dry spaghetti in the pot:

THUNDER!

The lights flicker and she jumps. 

Dry spaghetti on the floor in the kitchen. 

Lights are out, and her eyes start to adjust. The entire room is illuminated in red candlelight now and she looks down at the spaghetti mess.

The spaghetti sticks have formed a near-perfect pentagram. 

In her retelling of this, she blames me.