Boba puts the box on top of his bed-- neatly made-- and goes to grab a blanket from a cedar chest against the wall. It takes him a moment to find a blue one, but when he pulls it out he starts to unfold it, then pauses.

There were layers on Miguel's altar. Maybe he should do something like that? He sets the blanket aside and closes the chest.

Acting like Miguel isn't even in the room, with a concentrated furrow in his brow, Boba goes to the closet and grabs some empty plastic storage boxes to places on top of the chest. Then he finishes unfolding the blanket and lays it on top. He makes sure to tuck it in the back so it won't slip off.

Then he goes back to the candles. He puts a near each corner to help the blanket stay in place, then on the corners of the storage boxes, then a few lined up to frame the empty space in the center.

Boba moves back to the bed, glancing at Miguel for the first time since they've entered the room. He looks nervous, almost bites his lip but stops himself, and shoves a hand in between the mattress and box spring.

One by one, he pulls out three knives. One clearly from the kitchen, one a wood carving knife from the workshop, and a concerning-ly well-made shiv made from metal scrap from the workshop with the "handle" wrapped in electrical tape.

Boba now has a stubborn set to his jaw and refuses to look at Miguel as he thoughtfully arranges them on the lowest tier.