Asteria looked up into the rainy night sky. “Falling stars,” she said in awe. “A god of pumpkins...we are pumpkin-blessed, Bell.” “Oh, I'm not so sure about that,” said Maribella. “More like pumpkin-haunted. And now, well, I'm a bit spooked. Would you mind, if it wasn't too much trouble, making your pallet on my bedroom floor tonight? Just in case of another Pumpkin Spirit visit or the like?” Asteria nodded her head with determined seriousness. “I will do this thing. I will protect you.”
