Minoru picked out a pumpkin and sat down next to Ziggy.

“That’s okay. Isamu doesn’t want to go in either.” He smirked. “He had a lot of reasons why, but I kind of I stopped listening when his reasons started sounding a lot like neurotransmitters.”

Picking up one of the carving knives, he started cutting into the top of the pumpkin. It wouldn’t take too long to scoop out all the insides.

“So, how’s the trial going? Do you know how long you guys are going to be stuck in LA?”