"Cute? Me?" He held the pumpkin in one arm to press his free hand to his chest, pretending at surprise. "I never even imagined. But if someone as adorable as you says so, I suppose I should bow to the expert, hm?"

"Mollymauk, or Molly if you'd rather. Good to meet you, Abby," And he can't help but be amused at the idea of the whole gaggle of pumpkins following him like he's some manner of pied piper but has to visibly rein in his imagination with a smile. "I think three's a good number. Any recommendations?"

Even as he says this he's already peering in again, looking to see what the gourds are getting up to while their keeper is busy.