"Heh, yeah," John said, reminding himself to breathe. "It was our Christmas tree year before last. Dunno which one of 'em lit it up. Quite a few people around here could've done." He cast Kit a sidelong glance, and quietly confirmed what she must almost certainly have guessed long before now, but he had never confirmed and she perhaps hadn't quite believed. "Brendan and me, we weren't kidding when we used to talk about sorcery, you know."