The deck, Tuesday afternoon

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Fall in the Midatlantic didn't seem to be in any kind of rush to be, you know, fall-like, especially compared to fall in New York over the break. So Tip was out on the deck with her sunglasses on, wearing shorts and a tank top while she contemplated the large pumpkin in front of her. It was still a little early for a jackolantern that would last all the way to Halloween, but she was in the mood to stab a gourd with a knife.

J.Lo kept texting her ideas for clever two person costume themes they could be doing on Halloween if she wasn't so far away, which was apparently what Tip got for being best friends with the space equivalent of a melodramatic grandmother and then daring to go away for school.

She found herself a good "spooky" playlist, which mostly consisted of white ladies claiming to be witches (it had a lot of Fleetwood Mac on it), turned it up loud, and started scribbling ideas on her pumpkin with a dry erase marker. All her attempts at scary faces just ended up looking Very Disappointed in her. This was maybe going to take awhile.

[Open! Anyone else woken up from the breakweek nap?]