"That, too," she says. "But I have a day job. Actually, no, it's more like a night job, but...never mind."

She leans forward and rests her hands on her knees, watching as he goes over the pumpkins. The ones he's already selected seem fine together, and the lumpy one he tickles makes a louder brrrllll!, rolls forward, bumps into a larger pumpkin, and rocks back and forth as if it's frustrated.

"That one either likes you or wants to attack you," Abby says, amused. "It's hard to tell with them. Maybe it's both. Maybe they attack out of affection."