"Uh, I don't think I did this right" Miles says, turning to you with his hands full of the gooey orange substance of the pumpkin, seeds dripping from his hands with sticky strands. With Halloween arriving soon, he agreed to help you carve Jack-O-Lanterns. Unlike how talented he was at art, he was not good at this. The insides were everywhere, and his pumpkin's face was carved horribly; looking like it was in distress. He looked at you pleadingly, silently begging for help with the activity.