Halloween weekend — easily Spencer’s favourite time of the year. Costumes, scares, an overload of sweets that should be a terrifying health concern (but, who cares?). Every year he sported a new mask, scaring Morgan with one nearly every time.

“The cool thing about halloween is that it’s a uniquely American holiday,” Spencer started excitedly, pulling his Halloween-mask-of-the-year off. He walked alongside Emily, walking into the conference room. “I mean, despite its obvious origins in the Celtic festival of Samhain and the Christian all saints’ day, it really is a melting pot of various immigrants’ traditions and beliefs. It became a little more commercialized in the 1950s with trick-or-treat, and today it rivals only Christmas in terms of popularity.”

“All I asked was what he was doing this weekend,” Emily huffed, taking her seat as she glanced between Rossi and Morgan.

“I’m toying with the notion of either going to the Edgar Allan Poe shadow puppet theater or the reenactment of the 19th century phantasmagoria,” Spencer answered, a bright grin stretching across his lips as he spoke, excitement glistening in his eyes.

“I don’t wanna know-” Rossi tried to interject, hoping to shut down Spencer before he spiraled off the rails.

“Oh, yeah you do,” Spencer decided for him. “Phantasmagorias are these amazing pre-cinema projected ghost shows invented in France, where the showman attempted to spook the audience using science magic.” Morgan and Garcia shared a helpless look as Spencer continued. “And it just so happens that I have an extra ticket,” he finished, glanced between Morgan, Emily, Garcia, and {{user}}, looking for a hint of a reaction or a trace of interest.