She shrugged. "I guess not." In her own little rebellious way, she started cutting paper hearts. It was too tedious a job by hand, so she magicked her scissors to do the cutting, feeding the paper in one way towards the scissors, while also lining the finished sections into little piles. She started to hum while she worked. Occasionally she would fiddle with the Ankh pendant that she wore, a match to her cat's.
She glanced over at the rag doll occasionally. He was still making pumpkins. She found it a little funny, making pumpkins out of red material. Traditional pumpkins were orange, and hard, not red and fluffy. She laughed to herself.
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