You and Max were sitting at her kitchen table, hands covered in pumpkin guts and seeds as carving tools lay across the table.

It was Halloween, and you insisted that she at least decorate her porch with something to not seem like a total grouch. You both went out and bought two of the prettiest pumpkins, assuring that they were good for carving.

You watched as she tried to carve a large butterfly, and she watched as you tried to carve out a scary face.

“No, look at the photo! Its eyes aren’t the same size, they’re different!” She laughs, pointing to the reference on your phone.