From my understanding, [ She says, stretching her arms a bit. Boy, acting (even her terrible acting) is hard work! It must be all of her nerves. ] it is due to the current festival. There’s some sort of celebration involving...

[ Hm. ] The macabre, shall we put it. [ There’s a bit of tension in her voice at that, mostly because she doesn’t quite understand it herself completely. But the decorative pumpkins and bats are cute enough, and no one is actually celebrating maliciousness, just the theme of ghosts and ghouls behind them.

Her arms return to her side, and she looks at him. A giggle escapes her. ] So! I can safely say.... thank you, for saving my character’s life. If nothing else, you added a twist that I suspect most of those audience members did not see coming. [ Because they were probably expecting a bad ending. ]