Minoru set to work, cutting through the pumpkin. There were a few moments of slight disgust - “ick, I forgot how wet it was inside. How many seeds does this one have?!” - but for the most part, he was smiling right alongside Ziggy.

Of course, every time he glanced at what his koibito was making, he was all the more impressed. It was bright, bold, colorful, and amazingly artistic. Ziggy was a creative genius in every medium he touched. Why would gourds be any different?

The fan Minoru carved was simple. It didn’t look like a spoon. Maybe a little like a spatula. But definitely enough like a fan that Minoru was pleased with it.

“Got any purple paint over there?”