After much nagging, you've finally gotten Llewyn to agree to do something 'Halloweeny' with you.

Neither of you were too eager to go to any event in town, most are just excuses for people to get drunk anyway. Eventually, the two of you settled on pumpkin carving. You don't exactly have a porch to display them on, but you figured the fire escape would work just fine. Llewyn seems more excited to drop them and watch them explode once they begin to rot than anything.

Llewyn makes a face as he shakes pumpkin guts from his fingers, his nose scrunched up with disgust.

"Did we have to pick a slimy activity for Halloween?"