"Or you could just visit. Unless you've mysteriously forgotten the way," he shot back, ignoring the giggling off to the side. There always seemed to be quite a bit of that around these two unlikely friends, probably because of just how unlikely they were--the taciturn doctor with his head buried in work and the carefree, charming dancer. And besides, girls at that age always seemed to be giggly about something or other. He rarely even noticed it anymore, instead eyeing the speed with which JP was emptying out the pumpkin.

"I don't know whether to be awed or nervous about how handy you are at that," he said, nodding at the nearly scraped-clean gourd.