He chuckled "Y mas bonito también, cuando lo haces..." he teased softly in Spanish. He shrugged, and grabbed the bag to upturn the pumpkin into it, dumping out the guts. "Nada, the kids will take these home with them. They can torment their parents with the rotting things, and feel some pride for having made them."

Even pumpkin flan? "Mira, I just spoke to Zoe, and we have decided to have a... bake off?" he made a face, not knowing what else to call it. "Next thursday, after dinner, we will be cooking at Club castle. Want to come be one of the judges? We're gonna make desserts with the left over pumpkins."