He extricates his fist and the knife from the pumpkin, wiping off the excess pumpkin slime on his pant leg. His project is pretty much dead on arrival, but maybe he can look at it from a different perspective in a minute. He turns his attention to Beverly and offers an embarrassed shrug.

"It's.. been a few years, for sure. My parents and I used to do one every Halloween when I was younger. Lately, it's not really been a priority."