Lessons From the Kissing Booth

I don't remember when I first figured out that scones and sconces were not, in fact, the same thing, but I do remember when I thought they were. A few times in school I had to write my own shorter version of the Inferno, and in one of them I mentioned that some hallway in hell was lit by burning scones hung on the wall. It wasn't the image that I was going for, but as I've gotten older I've started to really like the idea of the lighting in hell coming from burning pastries tacked to the plaster.