☃  : What is your muse’s favorite season? What about their least favorite season, if they have one?

Does your muse sing well? Regardless of whether they sing well or not, do they enjoy singing?

Give her a few drinks and she’ll sing all night long lol 

What is your muse’s opinion about flower crowns?

"Uhhh...I’m not sure?” Had he spotted a bag of candy in the garden anywhere? Devin wasn’t sure. Either way, he tried his best not to look guilty, cause he often had that look about him. “I haven’t seen your candy, sorry. Maybe try, uh, the refreshments table? Someone could’ve put it there.”

Oliver gazed at the ground when being asked about his costume or rather the lack of it. He knew that Halloween was a big thing in the US, but he simply did not grow up with the idea of dressing up and going trick or treating. Halloween was never of big importance in Germany. Only in the recent years, people would start celebrating it. There was of course Fasching, which was pretty fun for Oliver when he was kid, but that took place in February.

“I’m sorry.. uh I just.. we don’t celebrate it in where I come from..” he shrugged lightly, trying to explain himself. 

“What, patrols aren’t fun?” Ryder asked with a drawl, knowing full well that he was being a sarcastic asshole. “What kind of fun are you talking? Is there a party somewhere I don’t know about?”

He wouldn’t be surprised if there was and he would be even less surprised if there was and he hadn’t been invited. Not that it bothered him–he was a hermit and not exactly known for stepping outside his incredibly small social circles.

         “There’s a pumpkin patch?” The Jacobs girl queried, arching a thin brow as she nestled her journal into the newly acquired satchel that held her life line; that simple brown leather bound note book. Walking side by side with the intern ( one of the only people within Brielle who knew about Amberly’s secondary issue and who had p r o m i s e d  to keep her mouth shut about it ) the Jacobs girl cocked her head slightly. So far as she knew there was no patch of plump orange bulbs within the grounds of the institute and patients weren’t permitted to leave the ground without a day pass, was this Piper’s way of telling her she had acquired one for her? That would be silly, the two women barley knew each other, why on earth would the medical intern extend such an olive branch to the girl who would barely remember her the next day? Besides, a pumpkin patch would only bring more memories of home, and willingly committed or not Amberly didn’t need a constant barage of memories from home. 

               With the hint of a sigh the brunette shook her head, a small smile coursing over her thin features at the mere notion. “No, no I’d better not - admittedly I’m a little home sick, I can only imagine how much worse it will be when CHRISTMAS comes around…”