This will INEVITABLY lead to cameos from someone else. Apologies!
"Do you think he knows how this works?" Elena asked Stefan under her breath. She was looking at Damon, who was frowning at his pumpkin in concentration.
Stefan's mouth went through something complicated that Elena knew was his almost-smile for Damon. "I don't know," he said. "Are you worried about his artistic choices?"
"Worried is the wrong word," Elena said. "I just don't want to give the Trick-or-Treaters actual nightmares. You did--"
"Talk him out of the haunted house in the garden, yes," Stefan said.
At the other end of the porch, Damon looked up. "You realize I can hear you, right?"
Elena bit her lip. "Oh no, did you?" She wasn't going to laugh, she really wasn't.
Damon blinked at her, all faux-innocence. "I'm not sure I know where you'd get the idea that I'd--"
Stefan interrupted him. "The fact that you have a wall of sketches at our place depicting gruesome pumpkin faces, I think is the source of her, uh, concern."
"It's not Halloween unless one terrifies the children," Damon said primly, and turned his pumpkin around, at which point both Stefan and Elena lost it, and Damon grinned.
The face of the pumpkin wasn't a face, exactly: Damon had apparently spent the last half-hour carving flowers.
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Date: 2010-10-12 04:19 pm (UTC)"Do you think he knows how this works?" Elena asked Stefan under her breath. She was looking at Damon, who was frowning at his pumpkin in concentration.
Stefan's mouth went through something complicated that Elena knew was his almost-smile for Damon. "I don't know," he said. "Are you worried about his artistic choices?"
"Worried is the wrong word," Elena said. "I just don't want to give the Trick-or-Treaters actual nightmares. You did--"
"Talk him out of the haunted house in the garden, yes," Stefan said.
At the other end of the porch, Damon looked up. "You realize I can hear you, right?"
Elena bit her lip. "Oh no, did you?" She wasn't going to laugh, she really wasn't.
Damon blinked at her, all faux-innocence. "I'm not sure I know where you'd get the idea that I'd--"
Stefan interrupted him. "The fact that you have a wall of sketches at our place depicting gruesome pumpkin faces, I think is the source of her, uh, concern."
"It's not Halloween unless one terrifies the children," Damon said primly, and turned his pumpkin around, at which point both Stefan and Elena lost it, and Damon grinned.
The face of the pumpkin wasn't a face, exactly: Damon had apparently spent the last half-hour carving flowers.