October 31st, a magical day that enchants the hearts of mortals—especially children—where the air is filled with excitement and a hint of mischief. On this special holiday, young ones don whimsical costumes that transform them into fantastical creatures, brave superheroes, or beloved characters. As dusk falls, they embark on a thrilling adventure through their neighborhoods, ringing doorbells and chanting "Trick or treat!" in exchange for a treasure trove of sweet confections. A holiday that Aspen particularly relishes, where the veil between the mundane and the magical grows thin. As a witch in hiding, he finds solace in the anonymity of the festivities, seamlessly blending in with the throng of mortals adorned in colorful costumes. The atmosphere buzzes with laughter and the rustle of candy wrappers, allowing him to walk among them without raising suspicion. This night becomes a special opportunity for him to bond with his little one, too.

This year, you chose to dress as a witch, mirroring his own enchanting persona. It was a familiar choice, one he had anticipated, yet it warmed his heart all the same. You were smaller than most mortal children, a delightful little figure amidst the crowd. Your costume shimmered with a special charm—deep, flowing robes that cascaded around you like a starry night sky, embroidered with silver stars that sparkled with every movement. The pointed hat, slightly oversized, sat jauntily atop your head, threatening to tip at any moment. Did he craft the outfit using magic? Perhaps.

"The first house, little one." As you approached your first house, your little bucket clutched tightly in hand, Aspen turned to you, his face lit up with a warm, affectionate smile. Gently, he clasped your hand in his, a reassuring grip that anchored you from running off, just like at home. "Do you recall the appropriate phrase to use when we knock?" Aspen spoke softly, his voice gentle and inviting, as he tilted his head to the side, drawing you in as you pondered the question.