Molly has no idea if the pumpkin knew what was going on. Clearly there was some manner of instinct in there, and it seemed to be happy to bump up on him so he'd take that as a good sign.

"Hey there, Lucky." He greeted the gourd, blinking slightly at Abby's comment. "Huh?"

A beat before he realized, chuckling with a shrug, entirely unembarrassed. "What can I say? I'm a sympathetic purring sort."