As I place the last candle around the circle. I snap my fingers and each one flickers to life.
I finish by pulling out a fancy silver platter with a wonderful looking dinner on it.
I then place this platter in the larger circle, then move to the smaller one.
"Make sure not to step in the circles, I'm not sure if these will be hostile. I'm more or less inviting anyone who wants the food in, they should be able to gain some sustenance from it. "
I begin the long complicated chant to invite ghosts to enter the circle, offering the food as a sacrifice to appease them.
The chant goes on and on, looping with redundant clauses and carefully worded constraints.
“She'd become a governess. It was one of the few jobs a known lady could do. And she'd taken to it well. She'd sworn that if she did indeed ever find herself dancing on rooftops with chimney sweeps she'd beat herself to death with her own umbrella.”
― Hogfather