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Person A carving a pumpkin for the first time.
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“You’ve really never done this before?” Humming, Claire slid the knife into the pumpkin with a quiet thump and began to cut around the rind.
Hovering over her shoulder, Medusa shook her head. “Never. I’ve smashed plenty, but I’ve never made one.” She jerked back when the ragged, gut-covered metal point of the knife appeared by her chin.
Claire leveled a steely gaze at her. “You mean you were one of those hooligans who went around destroying hours of work just for a cheap thrill?”
“N-no?”
“Good.” After poking Medusa lightly with the kid’s carving knife, Claire turned back to the table. “Now come here, this is the fun part.” She rolled up her sleeves and popped the top off the pumpkin, plunging a hand inside. Then, before Medusa could react, she pulled a slimy chunk from the depths and hurled it right at her face.
“That’s for all those innocent jack-o-lanterns you’ve killed.” She didn’t even wait to see Medusa’s reaction, instead grabbing another handful and booking it for the garden.