[For a moment she lets herself just watch him explore the pumpkin, like a child tripping across a new and exciting animal that it's never seen before, certain that it won't bite but unsure how to handle it. This is one of the other things she loves about her warden: that he pays close attention to things that other people gloss over, the quiet beauty in the world that, for him, is a luxury to experience.]

[She'd like to think she's learning how to do that, too. But, she knows, she has a long way to go.]

[The question registers after a short delay, and she glances from Ben's hands up to his slightly consternated expression.]

Um, a big knife to cut out the top. A couple of smaller ones to do the carving. And - big spoons for the insides. Probably some towels too. And a bucket?