we desensitize by hysteria - pumpkin carving

[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]Cosette heaves a sigh. She was just as clueless as they all were, and yet the whole scene was frustrating, how they acted like lost puppies. They were supposed to be a fearsome clan, weren't they? But then again, they were all so focused on making a reputation that they probably didn't know how to do anything else. It was kind of sad. Taking a seat, she decided to just sit and watch, even though a part of her was interested in participating. It seemed fun, even if it was 'a waste of time.'

"Can I, um, try it?" she asks quietly, hoping that there were more pumpkins around, though she didn't see any. "We can still make some bread with the left-overs." she quickly adds, not wanting to make either party unhappy. Making some food for their supply wouldn't hurt, either. Living in the desert wasn't a walk in the park, after all.