EVERYBODY LOVES COOKIES HURRAY / pumpkin decoration

[bubblegum]

DEAR FRIEND as you know,  your flowers are withering
your mother's gone insane, your leaves have drifted away.
but the clouds are clearing up
and i've come reveling, burning incandescently,
like a bastard on the burning sea.

YOU'RE JUST LIKE YOUR FATHER,
BURIED DEEP UNDER THE WATER.

The female's sights would travel from her own pumpkin, trying to use her surroundings to brainstorm what exactly she'd create, watching as her family and crewmates approached one by one, glad to see them working together with the children. She would flash a look to Seapaw as he tried to joke about the knives, but wouldn't say anything. He's had enough training thus far to at least handle a few knives, especially given the fact she'd taken the time to teach him the cooking he was interested in learning.

Her ears perk up as Michael speaks out, questioning the process of pumpkin carving. She opens her mouth, about to explain there was usually a few more steps than that, but is beaten by his act of taking a piece of pumpkin right off, spilling the insides out. She watches bemused for a second, blinking at his own exclamation. "Why in the Hell would they be hollow? Ya think people make pumpkin pie out of the skin?" the female would remark with a snarky tone, setting down her own supplies to approach Michael, grabbing a large wooden spoon and bowl before she did. She takes the spoon and aims it towards his pumpkin, attempting to scoop some of the seeds out herself to demonstrate for the male. "Most o' the time the standard is t' cut the top off like a lid, n' scoop it out that way, but considerin' you've already got this mess, might as well keep goin'." She explains, tone a bit more gentle now.

Well, she'd get around to decorating hers soon enough.