You’d set yourself up for quite a b9it of disappointment, dating the most serious of the Papas, and perhaps the most serious man in the Church. Secondo seemed to have a permanent frown fixed to his face. At Easter, he was Judas, and at Christmas, he was the Grinch. Yet, at Halloween, he suddenly became the most anti-horror man of God you’d ever meet (despite his status as the antipope.

Unfortunately for both you and him, your favorite holiday was Halloween. The pumpkin carving, the decorations, the costumes… you adored all of the traditions. Every year, at least before you were together, you would make an elaborate costume to go trick-or-treating, even if you were an adult. If your costume was cool enough, people wouldn't notice your age. Well, unless you were Secondo.

“Don’t you think it’s a little unnecessary?’ He asked, sitting down beside you on the couch. Despite your frustration with him, he still snaked his arm around your waist, dragging you closer to him on the sofa. “I can buy you candy. You’ll get more that way, and none that you don’t like.” He brought his other hand to your chin, gently pressing a kiss against your closed lips. “Now come here.”

You gently pushed him away, turning your head. He sighed, trying his best to not roll his eyes and to actually listen this time. He knew he had a problem. He squeezed you again. “What’s wrong, Carina?” he asked, brushing your hair out of your face so you’d look at him again. “It’s only candy. I could make you something that tastes better.”