{MIW} I Need a Hero!

[Charity Croft]

"Yes, because obviously Halloween would've been difficult otherwise," Charity replied, but she did have to smile slightly at the teasing. It had been a while since she'd even really thought much about that particular holiday. They'd done things with it in her classes, sure, decorated the room and all. And she guessed there was the trick or treating. But, well, that only involved her in a more roundabout fashion, as the focus was most definitely on the children.

Which was the semi-theory behind the muffins too, though Charity had to agree with Ethan's assessment. "Did squirrels or ducks do something to you?" she had to ask. "A squirrel perhaps kill your father? A duck ruin your most romantic evening? Because that's the only reason I could think of to inflict those," she pointed at them, "on such innocent creatures. Plus," she bent over one, "I think a duck would sink if it ate this..."

She was fairly certain that people would as well. She couldn't help but wrinkle her nose as she looked at the things. and she'd been one of the ones to suggest it. Made her feel almost treacherous.

[Ethan Parks]

Ethan chuckled and shrugged. He liked Halloween. The idea of dressing up as someone else for a change...the idea appealed to him a lot. "Halloween's the best time because candy."

He opened his mouth and closed it back up when the first thing that came out of her mouth was someone killing his father. It was the most radical remark ever. Not that he would imply that something as ridiculous as his father being killed by a squirrel would be anything less than fiction but his father was killed. In the line of duty, according to his foster parents.

He forced a laughter at Charity's continued insanity. She definitely knew how to keep the mood light. "Okay, okay. Well...we could give the art students something to use as canvases? I don't know, man. We can't let it go to waste."

[Charity Croft]

Candy? Charity had to give him a raised brow at that. "And people say I need to grow up," she said teasingly. She kept the smile, even though she did seem to think for a moment there that she'd stepped over some kind of line for a moment. Sadly, the dead father jokes and stuff just came too easily for her. She knew why, she knew why all too well. It was easier to joke about it and pretend like it didn't bother her that she'd fought so hard for so many years to find her biological father, found out how awesome he was, changed her last name at thirty to match his, and then had him killed before she could really reunite with him. So, yeah, the awful dead dad jokes just popped up.

But they just kept laughing, insisting on keeping things light. "We could consider weaponizing them," Charity offered, picking one up and hefting it. "I'm pretty sure you could knock someone out with one of these things," she hefted it up again, making a few throwing gestures. Which was really just tempting Fate, wasn't it?