The last few lines in place--it'll be a Joker, which isn't quite a face the way pumpkins are meant to be, but hopefully he won't object to her expression of herself--she reaches for a thin blade with a nod. "I do. It's such a freeing feeling. Like dance, I suppose, but..."

A pause as she considers, then shakes her head.

"...I don't know. It's just... different. You'll have to come with me sometime."