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[blushterous]

[ At a table in your mess hall is a young woman with some pumpkins (everything from huuuuuuuuge to itty bitty). Some knives, a few bowls to dump the goop in and some candles. She is working on a small pumpkin herself |Db ]

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[wherelieslove]

Cooking?

[blushterous]

Pumpkin carving!

[wherelieslove]

For the hell of it?

[blushterous]

Do they not do Halloween, where you're from? Ah, to be honest it isn't a big holiday where we are either. But I think they're kind of cute.

[wherelieslove]

They don't. I've heard about it here.

. . . didn't sound cute.

[blushterous]

It's mostly a harmless holiday, where I'm from. Mm, a bit like celebrating autumn with costumes and fun things like that.

[wherelieslove]

I see. That's more like it.

[blushterous]

So, sometimes we carve pumpkins and make lanterns out of them.

[wherelieslove]

Lanterns, huh?

[picking up a pumpkin and examining it]

[blushterous]

You have to take out the insides, but you can cook those.

[wherelieslove]

I did notice it wouldn't work as-is.

[blushterous]

They used to use other vegetables too, like turnips. But turnip pie isn't very appetizing, is it?

[wherelieslove]

That depends. After a couple weeks on stimulants, anything sounded good to me.

[blushterous]

That's one of the problems with drugs. . .

[wherelieslove]

No flavor?

[blushterous]

Among other things.