"It's so chilly!!!!!" Molly rubs her arms, which have little goosebumps. Fall is not a thing she's really experienced, like, ever. It's hard to travel a lot when you're small and have no parents. Well, aside to traveling through time or to really freaking cool places where you get to punch monsters in the face. That was different.

"How'd you find pumpkin patches?," she asks, curious. "Was it cause I can't drive that I couldn't get to them?"

When Chloe asks if she wants to be the one to hold the pumpkin, Molly's eyes go wide and greedy. Of course she wants to be the one to hold the pumpkin. Having a picture of herself holding a pumpkin would be so cool. Never mind that she couldn't take the phone with her when she left this place. But she wavers.

"...how often do you get to be the one in the picture though? Once you become a grownup, it seems like it's always about us kids. I don't wanna grow up, but if I DO, I know I'd want it to be about me sometimes too."

((ooc: Sorry for the delay! I, um, spilled a bunch of tea all over my last laptop's keyboard so I had to run out and get a new one. It was super dumb of me, but at least it's my Macbook Air and not my gaming rig. A biiiiit cheaper to replace.

Also P.S. I am Spazztichero on Plurk. It just lists me as playing Deadpool right now though until I decide on if Molly graduates to the big leagues!))