[OTA] Pumpkin Faces

[tangodebaston.livejournal.com]

The weather was somewhat back under control, a little chill but certainly not an unhealthy one. The snow was melting, and the colors were turning, and that made Juan Pedro want to be outside.

His youngest class was in the middle of the afternoon, after school, and he decided that instead of dance lessons, today they would carve pumpkins. He'd purchased a whole bunch of them, and had them set up in the green, and he surprised the kids by claiming a field trip where he took them outside, and presented to them their trip.

Pumpkins, paper, child safe scissors, child safe carving sets, glue, paint, brushes, a whole assortment of goodies to do up some great jack o lanterns. They wouldn't last til halloween but they'd certainly be a fun, creative way to spend an afternoon outdoors. And there were plenty of the orange squashes for more than just his students. If any adults or young people decided to come and join the fun, the better.

To keep in the mood of Spanish dance class, he'd set up a sound system that was playing latin music, as he sat down with the kids to start working on a pumpkin. So far, it seemed a great success.

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[tangodebaston.livejournal.com]

He chuckles "You have too much glee over that knife, chiquita..." he comments, sipping his coffee before he scoots his chair closer to hers so he can watch her carve from the right direction.

[lowtohigh.livejournal.com]

"It's a nice knife," she murmurs, attention mostly distracted by the details of the card she's carving. "What's wrong with enjoying product of quality?"

[tangodebaston.livejournal.com]

He laughs "It's a sharp knife, but the handle is made of plastic... It was a free with purchase prize. I am not sure I would call it nice."

[lowtohigh.livejournal.com]

"It's sharp and it's doing the job I want it to be doing. What else could a person want in a knife?" At least in a pumpkin-carving knife, right?

[tangodebaston.livejournal.com]

"Eileen, me prometes algo? Keep seeing the silver lining, ok?"

[lowtohigh.livejournal.com]

"Lo prometo." It's out mostly automatically before she pauses, glances up properly from the pumpkin. "I promise I'll try, anyway."

That's all anyone could ever really promise, after all.