Scarf-Roll Scamper

They'd agreed to keep their All-Hallows Eve costumes secret from each other until the night of, and while Gala appreciates the added excitement, she misses the quality time spent with Bart as she works on her outfit. Who else could keep her occupied with insensible stories, even more insensible choices of craft implement, and unexpected, heart-hidden dreams as she embroiders patch after patch by hand?

She expects Bart to have chosen something simple - maybe a martial artist, like Fei, or cops 'n' robbers.

Gala flings open her front door in a rare burst of theatrics, eager to show Bart her handmade Yggdrasil eyepatch and flouncy sleeves, waistcoat complete with the heart-shaped detail from the back of her (and his) favorite bodysuit.

Standing proudly before her is a pirate prince with hair spray-painted green, braid coiled as high as he could manage on top of his head and legs clad in various mismatched shades of purply browns.

Gala shrieks with laughter. She doesn't even bother to clap a hand over her mouth, because she doesn't think anyone could possibly be offended. It's funny, right?

But oh, now Bart looks a little downtrodden...

"I thought you'd like it, Gala."

"No, no," she rushes to reassure, "I do - I love it! It's just...oh, Bart. I'm a pirate and you're a plant. How could we be so silly?"

The shrub grins. "We were born to do it!"