Pumpkin carving.

Ranpo, as slack as he was, seemed to know what he was doing— at least when it came down to a holiday that revolved around candy.

He’d managed to recruit you to make Jack O’ Lanterns with him, a sheet of newspaper sprawled protectively across your poor table as you two worked.

“No, no, no, you have to separate all the seeds from the guts! Otherwise there won’t be enough seeds to make snacks!”

Ranpo whined, filtering the seeds into a separate bowl.