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isaiah has been practicing for this all year. he's studied the face painting books like they're gospel, and his youtube algorithm is permanently fucked due to the amount of face painting tutorials he's watched at this point. it's silly, he knows, but if he overheard a kid talking about how shitty their lion facepaint came out, he'd think he'd have to skip town.

"ah..." isaiah chuckles nervously at the other's request. he did lead with he can paint anything they wanted which has been a hit all day, but this request might be testing his artistic abilities. "that is...very interesting! i have to admit," he snaps his fingers, giving them an unsure expression.

"might be out of my comfort zone. what about a rabbit? or unicorn? maybe a tiger?"

birdie's fingers ache. they always ache. she curls them in and out as they lean against the old apple tree the other picked from. she pinches her face at the sight of a red apple in front of her, reaching for it anyway and yanking on it hard.

"i prefer green apples," birdie says absentmindedly, tossing the apple into the basket they shared with the other. there's a lot of fruit in the basket: peaches, strawberries, apples, even a squash birdie insisted they take because "what if we could use it late?" they hum down at the basket, tossing her long hair over her shoulder.

"i think we should go over the shit in here," birdie concludes after a long beat of silence. their empty eyes look up at the other, chuckling softly as they punch the other's arm playfully. "fear your arm is gonna fall off if we pick any more."

joel hates when the fire department does educational outreach. it's fine when it's teaching children not to play with matches or stick forks in electrical outlets, but being dressed in half of his uniform behind a booth at the apple blossom celebration feels like borderline torture. when someone approaches the booth, joel clears his throat, straightening up in his chair he was leaning way too far back in and flashing the fakest smile he thinks looks genuine.

"hello, would you like to learn how to protect your home from fires?" while speaking without breaking eye contact, he reached for a pamphlet and held it out to them. joel nods towards the black wooden box with red cut out letters taped to the front that read: DONATIONS.

"or you can save us both some time and make a donation to your local fire department. we really need some new jackets."

"i'm just saying," lara starts as she kneels down to observe yet another pumpkin, "finding the perfect pumpkin is a skill. it takes time." she's only saying this because it's been an hour and a half and she still hasn't found the perfect pumpkin. lara is picky, her standards are high even when it comes to pumpkins, so when she sees slight discoloration at the bottom of the one she's looking at she sighs dramatically.

"this place is so shitty," lara deadpans with a shake of her head as she stands, continuing to walk down the path of dead grass through the pumpkin patch. "i swear every pumpkin we've looked at is disfigured or mushy. is there, like, a shortage on good, round pumpkins?"