Hey, Pumpkin {SEASONAL EVENT}

He flashed her another grin, watching out of the corner of his eye as she pulled herself easily onto the counter. He decided to inform her later that she had just sat on some spilled flour. More subtle entertainment for him, and likely a small look of annoyance later on that he could enjoy.       Kalt lazily flung a rag over his shoulder and started wiping the table and counters around Ashetta with a second one, a smirk flickered at her since he had a pretty good hunch based off of their past cooking adventures that she wasn’t planning on moving. He tossed the rag onto the counter next to the girl and wiped his hands with the one from his shoulder, which joined the first when he was finished with it.       ”I always get the best ingredients,” he said, putting said ingredients back in the proper cabinets. ”Sometimes it’s right in the kitchen, sometimes it’s made with magic, and sometimes... Well, sometimes you have to hunt demon gourds. Being a chef isn’t all fun and games.”       He grinned at her, walking over and placing his hands on the counter on either side of her legs. ”How bad could pumpkin possession really be?” Kalt asked her, quirking a brow. ”Might add some spice to life.” He glanced down and saw the little contraption on her hand that replaced the pinky she lost. Gently lifting her hand, he flicked his gaze to her, then back at the prosthetic. ”I have a surprise for you while the bread’s cooking.”       Kalt encompassed her hand in both of his, using his magic to change the prosthetic from a clunky, metal device to one much sleeker with three joints that would be reactive to the muscle movements in her hand. He lifted one hand for her to see, then smirked, holding his hand up with his palm to her and bending all of his fingers, beckoning her to do the same. Kalt I  am flesh and I am bone, i rise up, ting ting, like glitter and gold i've got fire in my soul