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They'd started receiving a bit more spam mail than usual since signing up for a registry for their wedding-- not that they'd decided on a date, or settled really anything, but it was never too soon to start figuring out what kind of things one might want someone else to buy them. He hadn't added much to the only account they'd set up together, there really wasn't a good way to add on new-release video games, but he knew that Lucien had scanned a thing or two here and there while they were out.

That said, he didn't think much when it came to the package that had arrived in their mailbox. The smiling pumpkin label with a lack of return address was odd, but it was also considerably less odd than anything that happened as a part of their normal, average, every day powered life. It came baring Luc's name on it so he set it on the counter along with the rest of the other man's mail, humming softly as he went down the hall to change after his run.

When he returned to the kitchen it was with a pair of lounge pants resting on his hips, muscle tank clinging to his skin and a towel in hand fluffing his hair dry. He paused just shy of the bar, brow furrowing as his eyes settled on the pumpkin, mistrusting it for no reason other than because it existed.

Arin didn't hate Halloween. As a matter of fact, it was one of the holidays that he enjoyed-- had enjoyed as a child, on into his teenage years, at least. Mischief Night was a fun bit about it; causing a little chaos, toilet papering people's houses, relocating lawn gnomes. It would have been a lot more fun were his birthday not on November 1st; often forgotten in favor of Halloween Party hangovers on behalf of his family.

He'd never decorated for it on his own, although he did own a costume piece or two. He supposed he should have expected decorations, especially after the ones they'd slowly acquired for Christmas the year prior. "So did you pick this one out, or do you think it's a subtle hint from Cordy?" He picked up the pumpkin, turning it over lightly to see if he could find a manufacturer listed anywhere.

Nothing... Of course not...

"Was there anything in the box with it? Receipt? Card? Any kind of ransom note from the Great Pumpkin itself?"

Arin made his way around the bar, snagging the box from where it sat on the floor next to the trash can. He felt around in it for a moment, checking under the flaps and turning it upside down. Only when he was about to give up did a single business card flutter out from the bottom of the box, sauntering vaguely downwards to the floor.

He dropped the box, stopping down to scoop up the card, brow furrowing as his eyes drifted over the text. "Perniciousa," he read the word out, turning the card over in his hand as if that would somehow give up any additional information. "Does that sound like the name of a shop you signed up to get anything from?"

It could have been something that Lysander sent; a list he'd had them added on to or something. Lysander's birthday was on Halloween, so maybe the pumpkin was part of an invitation or something - but then why send one only to Luc?

Arin didn't enjoy being suspicious over something as simple as a ceramic pumpkin, but he was. Too many strange things had happened the last time he and Luc were sharing a living space and odd trinkets had shown up on or around a holiday.

He shook his head, holding the card out to Luc. "Maybe we should just.... Forget about it. I guess it's kind of cute. It's probably nothing..."