“Trigger-treat!” Dax’s friends all said as they arrived. It was the standard All Hallows greeting. “Why do we say that anyway?” his friend Savina asked. “It comes from mortal days,” Dax told her. “People would come up to your door on All Hallows, and ask for diamonds, or gold or whatever, and if you didn’t give it, they shot you.” He made his thumb and forefinger into a gun and aimed it at her. “Trigger-treat,” he said, and pretended to shoot her between the eyes.
