Standing out in the pumpkin patch, Tes had her hands on her hips, glaring down at the pumpkins someone had snapped from their vines and rolled around the yard. "It's anarchy around this place!" She growled as she shook her hands in the air. Kicking the ruined pumpkin, she felt only slightly satisfied when it burst around her foot and left a sloppy orange smear across the grass. Tes was prone to throwing temper tantrums, they were ferocious but brief.

Winnie had been sitting on the porch watching the scene unfold before her and she couldn't help but snicker at her. It was funny to see her having a little tantrum because she liked the way her cheeks went pink and how she radiated anger. "You are cute when you are mad." She got up and went to the edge of the porch.

Tes had been so wrapped up in her trampled pumpkin patch, she hadn't realized Winnie was so close by. As much as she adored the other woman, she was still a little on edge with her. She could scream and yell at the boys and they always backed down, but Winnie was different. She wouldn't back down for anything, and when they'd fallen into sex, that had only added to the complexity. "I told everyone to leave my goddamn pumpkins alone. I'm surprised only two got ruined."

"Well what are you going to do with them? Are you going to make pie? If you make me a pie out of the ones that are left I will tell you who ruined the two that you just kicked." She folded her arms on the edge of the railing and rested her chin on top of them. Once she was settled she just grinned.

She wrinkled her nose. "Make pie from scratch? Who do you think I am--Wendell?" She toed at the ruined pumpkin and sighed as she bent down to clean up the mess she'd made. "I was going to carve them for Halloween and put them on everyone's porches to protect against evil spirits." She didn't really believe the last part, but she loved the tradition.

: "Do you have enough to do that and to make me a pie too? Because if you give me one for a pie I will give it to Wendell to make a pie for me. And then I will tell you who it was that ruined your pumpkins. Well since you aren't making me the pie it is the pumpkin and a kiss."

That made Tes's cheeks flush even more and she glanced upward at the girl on the porch. Werewolfism suited her so painfully well and even though it had been difficult for her to survive, Tes thought it had been worth it. And she was thankful to have someone like her at Wolf Haven. "I suppose I could spare a pumpkin and a kiss for such a vital piece of information." She got to her feet and walked purposefully toward the porch.

"Where is my pumpkin?" She held her hands out for it, still standing up on top of the porch so she was a good foot off of the ground and over Tes. "I don't give out information until I got the goods.'

"How about the kiss first, then you can come pick out a pumpkin," she said with a quirk of her brow. She stepped up the first step, then the second. Usually, they were about the same height, but at the moment, she had to look up at the other woman.

That made Winnie smile and she nodded. "All right." She stayed on the top step so that when Tes got in front of her they would be closer to the same height as one another. "Kiss first then."

Tes moved quickly, her hands going around Winnie's waist to slip underneath her shirt. It was sexy at first, but it became clear that she still had pumpkin goop all over her hands and when they touched Winnie's skin they were slimey and cold. She pressed her lips to Winnie's though, trying to hold onto her so she couldn't pull away.

Winnie started to squirm, immediately trying to pull away from her because of the goop but Tes had a pretty good hold on her. She yelped before their lips met but she kissed her back, planning on getting her back for this big time.

She'd gone into this knowing that she was opening herself up to a revenge play, but it was worth it. Briefly, she grinned beneath the kiss before putting herself back into it, tilting her head to the side to deepen it. Kneading her fingers against Winnie's skin, she was very satisfied with the slick, messy feeling. When she pulled back, she laughed. "I hear pumpkin crap is good for your skin."

"I hate you." Winnie whispered to her, but then she leaned in and bit his bottom lip before pulling away and going down the steps sos he could grab her pumpkin. She didn't care if she was covered in mess, she'd clean it up later.

The words made her shiver and she turned to watch Winnie walk away over her shoulder. The way her shirt rode up because of the pumpkin on her back revealed the narrowest part of her waist and the swell of her hips made Tes exhale slowly. The woman was slowly wrapping Tes around her little finger and that was very hard to do. She followed after her, kneeling down to knock on pumpkin rinds to find the fullest. "Well, who did it?"

Winnie knocked on all the pumpkins and she picked them up, holding them in her hands. Passing them from hand to hand until she decided which one she wanted. "This one. It was Sullivan. He came through and he was running and tripped and ripped the two out."

Tes let out a miniature shriek. "That fucking ox." She rocked back on her heels, not caring that she was getting the soft earth on her pants. Her fists clenched and rested on her thighs.

"Thanks for the pumpkin." She smiled and started back to the house with the pumpkin in her hands. She was going to go and get Wendell so that he would make the pie for her. He was still hurting and down but she thought that spending time with her in the kitchen woudl cheer him up a little.

Her outburst was immediately quelled by Winnie's disappearance. It was a struggle to keep up with her sometimes and Tes sighed, not getting up to follow. Wendell was in his room, not really sleeping, but lying down.

When Winnie got to Wendell's room she knocked on the door and waited, the pumpkin balanced perfectly against her hip. She knew he'd been pretty down but she was hoping that he would jump at the chance to make some pie with her.

"Come in," he said, moving so that he could sit up. He was in his pajamas and he pulled up the covers around his waist, waiting for Winnie to come inside.

Winnie came inside the room, her pumpkin still on her hip, and she walked over to sit down on the edge of his bed. Setting the pumpkin down, she patted the top of it. "So I weaseled Tes into giving me one of her pumpkins and I thought that we could make a pie."

Wendell loved pumpkins and all of the trivia and lore that went along with them. They were one of the most uninviting piece of produce and yet they were such an icon. He laughed when she mentioned Tes. "I doubt you'd have to weasel anything out of her," he noted. He reached out for the pumpkin and held it in his lap for a second. "Have you ever made a pumpkin pie from scratch before?"

"Uh, no." She shifted so that she could sit indian style across from him and she smiled as she rolled the pumpkin over to him so he could take it from her. "I did, I traded a kiss and some very important information for this pumpkin and she smeared pumpkin goop all over me, I need a shower. But first I wanted to talk to you about this very important pie that is going to be in my very near future."

He raised his eyebrows at the idea of pumpkin goop. "I'd like to make a pie with you," he nodded. It was about time he started to do things around the house again and the kitchen would be the best place for him to start.

"All right, well let me go upstairs and shower and then we can go and start making this pie. But listen, it's just for you and me, okay? We're the only ones who get to eat any. Well you can share your half with whoever, but my half is just for me.'

Wendell didn't think he'd ever kept a whole half just or himself before and the idea appealed to him just a little. He nodded and let her go for her shower as he got up and put on some slacks and a shirt. Taking the pumpkin down into the kitchen, he washed the outside of it with warm water and then cut it in half to scoop out the seeds.

Winnie came down once she was clean, wearing a dress from a thrift store. It smelled like laundry because she'd made Hunter wash it before she would wear it, and she put on a little cardigan and some leggings to keep warm. Her feet were bare though, because she never liked to wear socks if she could help it. "You started without me." She walked over to stand just next to him.

"I figured you'd had enough of the goo," he held up his spindly hands which were covered in the stuff before he stuck them under the faucet and rinsed them off. Putting the two halves of the pumpkin into the oven to bake, he wiped his hands on the apron he'd put on.

"It's all right. Really, when I said that we were going to make the pumpkin pie together, what i meant was that I was going to let you do it, and I was going to stand really close to you and ask a lot of questions and then eat it when it's done."

Wendell chuckled. "Somehow, I'd imagined it just that way." Someone asking him questions would be a change of pace and he welcomed it. He got into the cupboard to take out all of the appropriate spices. He never needed recipes unless it was something new and he'd made pumpkin pies before.

"How come you put the halves in the oven? Like what happens once they are in there? What if you burn them? I really don't think I am going to be able to get another pumpkin out of Tes, I don't have much more to trade her for."

"The meat needs to be soft so we can scoop it out and puree it. The heat breaks down the molecular structure of the pumpkin, changing its consistency." He glanced over the labels and mixed what he was going to need into a little pyrex bowl. "And I'm sure you of all people could just ask Tes for another--but I don't think we'll need one. The skin would burn long before the meat was ruined."

"It's really weird that it is called the meat." She shook her head a little bit and moved around him to look down at what was in the mixing bowl. "What all are you putting in there? Is that cinnamon?"