You should vacate these premises

After having purchased a large pumpkin, along with some eggs, butter, cheese, and milk, Baxter was feeling rather satisfied with how the night had proceeded thus far. Not only had they been able to escape out to this quiet little farm for the evening, but it was very out of range. She had been thinking about taking on the mystery box game (rather confident in her ability to win) when she had spotted them, standing in their usual straight-backed manner by themselves near the edge of the pathway, their long cape sweeping the floor and swirling a wine glass full of what she could correctly deduce as not-wine. She stopped in her tracks, staring at them for a few seconds before letting out a snicker. She swung herself around, making her way behind them undetected, and placed her pumpkin down on the ground next to her before slowly and deftly sliding her fingers onto the bot’s shoulders.“Fancy seein’ YOU here, Scratch. I didn’t think this was your type o’ shindig.”

Well, wouldn’t hurt for Scratch at least.

“Hm. So be it. Shall we go?” 

After having purchased a large pumpkin, along with some eggs, butter, cheese, and milk, Baxter was feeling rather satisfied with how the night had proceeded thus far. Not only had they been able to escape out to this quiet little farm for the evening, but it was very out of range. She had been thinking about taking on the mystery box game (rather confident in her ability to win) when she had spotted them, standing in their usual straight-backed manner by themselves near the edge of the pathway, their long cape sweeping the floor and swirling a wine glass full of what she could correctly deduce as not-wine. She stopped in her tracks, staring at them for a few seconds before letting out a snicker. She swung herself around, making her way behind them undetected, and placed her pumpkin down on the ground next to her before slowly and deftly sliding her fingers onto the bot’s shoulders.“Fancy seein’ YOU here, Scratch. I didn’t think this was your type o’ shindig.”

“She’s a big girl now, she doesn’t need me following her around like some lost animal. Besides, what she doesn’t know won’t kill her…” Relocating the hand that was intertwined with hers, they put a finger to her lips. “But one moment. It’s my turn to play 20 questions, what ever brings you here tonight, my darling?” Eww. “I certainly never took you for the partying type.”

"If you wish to continue in this inconsequential interaction, be my guest. But if you want REAL conversation I SUGGEST we take this ELSEWHERE." There was a sickeningly sweet venom to her quiet voice, one that only Scratch would be able to hear and pick up. They'd get the hint.

Ernie nearly rolled his eyes into the back of his head at the display. Bartholomew knew he liked to be complemented, so he made it a point to complement someone if he really liked something about them. Of course Ernie thought this was kinda stupid and watching him fumble as he talked to someone new always gave him a good dose of second hand embarrassment.

“So, what brings you two out here to the farmlands? Just here for the party?” 

Bartholomew gave a small nod. “Yep! Well, I’ve been meaning to drop by here and see the place anyway. A friend of my works here, or.. well lives here, but I’ve been meaning to visit for a little while now! Are you here for the party? It’s awful nice so far!”

"Goodness gravy I never gave you name now, did I???" She gave a small curtsy to the two boys "Please, Call me Baxter. Baxter Flinnigan."

“Excuse me miss, I hate to be a bother but those shades of brown just look wonderful on you! Its truly your color!”

"Ah, you're not being a bother at all!! why, thank ya! Most people tend to regard brown as a rather BORING colour, so It makes me happy that I seem t'be givin' the colour a better reputation!" She gave Dee a quick look up and down from behind her long fringe, which went unseen. She then politely curtsied. "M'names Baxter. Baxter Flinnigan. And who might you be, if ya don't mind me askin'? You from round these parts?"

After having purchased a large pumpkin, along with some eggs, butter, cheese, and milk, Baxter was feeling rather satisfied with how the night had proceeded thus far. Not only had they been able to escape out to this quiet little farm for the evening, but it was very out of range. She had been thinking about taking on the mystery box game (rather confident in her ability to win) when she had spotted them, standing in their usual straight-backed manner by themselves near the edge of the pathway, their long cape sweeping the floor and swirling a wine glass full of what she could correctly deduce as not-wine. She stopped in her tracks, staring at them for a few seconds before letting out a snicker. She swung herself around, making her way behind them undetected, and placed her pumpkin down on the ground next to her before slowly and deftly sliding her fingers onto the bot’s shoulders.“Fancy seein’ YOU here, Scratch. I didn’t think this was your type o’ shindig.”

“Thank you ever so much for that… Dear.” Ew. “It’s quite true, this isn’t my usual fare, is it? I felt awful leaving behind my dear city and it’s exquisite Halloween parties, but a young friend of mine insisted on it. And, well…” They made a grab for the hand that pulled away, as gently and tenderly as they could manage, closing the distance between the two ever so slightly. “The stars are oh so lovely here, unlike the city, don’t you agree?”

what splendid timing.

Franklin couldn’t help but notice the lovely guest hovering near the table laden with goods. “Miss, I simply m-must c-compliment you on y-your lovely dress! M-my name is Franklin, it’s w-wonderful to m-make your acquaintance,  M-Miss…?”

“Pleasure to meet you, sir. My name is Baxter Flinnigan.”

Ernie nearly rolled his eyes into the back of his head at the display. Bartholomew knew he liked to be complemented, so he made it a point to complement someone if he really liked something about them. Of course Ernie thought this was kinda stupid and watching him fumble as he talked to someone new always gave him a good dose of second hand embarrassment.

“So, what brings you two out here to the farmlands? Just here for the party?” 

After having purchased a large pumpkin, along with some eggs, butter, cheese, and milk, Baxter was feeling rather satisfied with how the night had proceeded thus far. Not only had they been able to escape out to this quiet little farm for the evening, but it was very out of range. She had been thinking about taking on the mystery box game (rather confident in her ability to win) when she had spotted them, standing in their usual straight-backed manner by themselves near the edge of the pathway, their long cape sweeping the floor and swirling a wine glass full of what she could correctly deduce as not-wine. She stopped in her tracks, staring at them for a few seconds before letting out a snicker. She swung herself around, making her way behind them undetected, and placed her pumpkin down on the ground next to her before slowly and deftly sliding her fingers onto the bot’s shoulders.“Fancy seein’ YOU here, Scratch. I didn’t think this was your type o’ shindig.”

They still had their legs facing the other way too, how embarrassing.

“Now, ain’t that MUCH better? So, whats a city slicker like yourself doin’ alllllll the way out here? didn’t take you for a ‘local celebration’ type.”