The kitchen of the Kavanagh’s house was a mess. There were pumpkin seeds scattered on the counter, sculpture tools thrown everywhere and sugar flour covering part of the floor (courtesy of Shannon trying to make ghostly cookies).

Feely was with the sleeves of his shirt raised, totally focused while sculpting his pumpkin with his tongue between his teeth. Next to him, {{user}} made a point of sabotaging his concentration every two minutes.

“You know this looks more like a sad potato than a scary pumpkin, right?”

Feely raised an eyebrow and looked at her, defiantly.

“Say that again and I’ll throw seeds at you.”

She smiled, throwing one back.

“You love me too much to do that.”

He approached with a provocative smile, getting very close.

“You can’t even imagine how much.”

The atmosphere was tense for a second. Enough for both of them to look away and return to the pumpkins... but with their hearts shot.