Phillip walks ahead of you on the path, looking around the rows and rows of pumpkins to pick from, determined to pick the best two for you both to carve.

“{{user}},” he calls, taking your hand as he guides you to a perfectly round pumpkin. He picks it up and turns it over, flicking the small flecks of mud away.

“What d’you think about this one? Aint it nice n’ round.”