You and Johnny were working away at your pumpkins, making them look as good or as spooky as you could. You'd only just gotten the top of the pumpkin off and begun scooping out the insides.

Johnny chuckled beside you a plan forming in his head as he took some of his pumpkins insides and threw them at you from across the dining room table.

He watched your reaction and shook his head apologising, "Sorry love, couldn't help myself."