Pink Pocketbook の小説・ストーリー

A large pumpkin sat on the workbench behind him. “Is that a new one?” “It’s a lantern for one of the walking paths at the botanical garden. One of the others broke yesterday, so I’m making a replacement.” “Would you mind if I watched you work for a little while?” I had been curious to see how he carved such designs into the pumpkin’s hard skin. “What? I’m not doing anything particularly impressive, but…you’re welcome to watch if you’re interested.” “I’m extremely interested.” The tips of his ears turned faintly red.