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Sephos had a cart of his own, stocked with punkins of all sorts to show Punkie. He'd been in contact with her and had been inspired to play a little more with the versatile gourds. He'd bred one he was especially proud of - a pretty one, with white spots on the top of it and a deep orange hue near it's base - and he was excited to show it to her. He hoped she liked it.

His face, however, was in it's usual sourly resigned expression as he (and mostly Maku) lugged the cart into the park. "Hey, Punkie." he said, pushing some stray hairs out of his face and adjusting his cap. He wasn't going to ask what she was doing sitting on a picnic table. He probably didn't care. She could sit wherever she damn well wanted and it was none of his business.

He brought the cart - which also had flowers and other such things besides punkins - beside the table and waited for her to finish whatever she was doing.

"Ja." he acknowledged. He certainly ******** had. "I'm good. Lots of good plants growing, you know. That sort of thing."

A smile (was that a smile?!) flickered across his toothy face. "So do you." he said, nodding at the cart. He'd have to take a look at them - they looked like damn good punkins, the sort he ought to add to his breeding stock.

"Oh. Warte..." Sephos was patient, but he couldn't wait to show her his prize. He grubbed around in his cart, glad that he'd put the most important punkin in the most accessible place. "Here. Take a look at this one." he said, brandishing the speckled punkin at Punkie, to Maku's vaguely chiding haruummmm. Sephos should have waited, but Maku understood why he wouldn't.

"Just bred this one." he said, sticking it on the table, "Had to show you."

Sephos bathed in her quite colorful praise, his mouth twitching into a short lived, tiny smile as the orangeblood inspected his handiwork. Well... he couldn't take all the credit. "Well, uh... I had a white one - it was, uh, a Ghost one crossed with a Daymare one, so it was already hybrid and was making good-sized gourds..." he began, putting the gourd on the table as he talked, "And then I crossed it with a Sunset Amber - you know, the bright orange ones. That got me white ones - a little bumpy. I crossed those with the uh... traditional ones, you know, the orange. Like you." he said. Yes, that was the best way to describe their nondescript color; like Punkie. He went on like this for some time, the contours of his face and eyes relaxing as he delved ever more passionately into the long and complicated pedigree of the spotted punkin. It had, apparently, been difficult to get the spots to show the way they did, but, for his efforts, he had emerged victorious (and bred a few interesting other strains in the process). "... I don't know if it breeds true though..." he said, "I thought I'd, um..." he looked away, blushing slightly, "Give this one to you. So you could grow it and see if you could... um... perfect it." he nudged the punkin, with little success. It was a big sucker, light enough to carry and heavy enough to sit where it was. "So... it and the seeds are yours... I've got a few more from it's crop in my hive, but this one... It's the first. Die erste..."

Sephos wasn't sure if he strictly preferred shitbeast testicles over Punkie's pinkie, but either way, he got neither. Instead, he got a hug.

He yelped, wiggling against the sudden contact. "Geddoff, geddoffff!!!" he protested, overwhelmed. Freed at last, he crossed his arms to hold back the confusing storm of emotions. Good ones? He didn't know.

"W-well it's yours." he said, blushing a little, "And... wait." She'd said something else. "Our booth?!" He wasn't sure if he'd heard her mention the idea or not, and he was pretty sure that if he had, on a prior occasion, then he had missed it in the sheer onrush of energy that was Punkie's style of conversation. Either way, it was a surprise. Bloodfest? Why?

Fortunately, he was soon distracted by the gourds she had brought. "Whoa!" he said, immediately taken. "This is good, how'd you do it?"

Oh. Yes. Right. Miracles. Normally, he wasn't into Faygo - too sweet for him - but if it had an effect, maybe he would give it a try... hmmm...

"I don't remember this!" he insisted, suddenly anxious. He knew how persuasive - and forceful - she could be. If she was about to pull him into something so utterly not him without him even having a say in it... well, he could use his words. He would shout in her face. And, maybe, he would get away with it.

"Visions?! Well.

At least he hadn't forgotten.

"But I... but... all the people..." he protested. He hadn't been going to attend Bloodfest at all - he had other things to do, things that didn't involve festivals.

But then again... if they were growing things... "What would we even be doing?" he asked. Indeed, what place did punkins have at a blood festival? With sports?

... Growing things, then. Yep. He could get behind this. Sort of. Not that he had much of a choice. He looked up at his lusus hopefully, but no - Maku was encouraging him. No - no choice at all. "Okay." he said. He supposed it was good to teach people how to take care of their damn plants properly. For the plant's sake.

"Flowers." he said, grudgingly, "I can do flowers. And I can bring some punkin seeds, too. And pots. And soil. And tend a greenhouse or something." He eyed her warily, ready to endure another hug. "If you want."