Even though Jag had spent centuries honing his skills with a blade, his ability to make anything resembling a face in the pumpkin was drastically lacking. Jag’s pumpkin looked deformed and perhaps constipated, the eyes a bit too close together and the mouth a total disaster. Ethan, on the other hand, was an artist, his pumpkin a grinning face with jagged teeth and narrow, haunting eyes. The flush around Ethan’s neck and ears was telling that he wasn’t expecting Jag’s praise.
