Kara had a problem, which meant Lena also had a problem. Kara viewed the issue in delight, only to increasingly worsen it. Lena viewed the issue by imagining violence to all the rescued, weirdly shaped orange vegetables.
The problem had escalated to the point that all Lena had to do was attempt to enter her apartment.
Only to trip over the yet another pumpkin.
Being caught by Kara each time made the tripping almost worth it. Nothing beat being held in Kara's strong arms.
But really? Did Kara have to go and rescue every single weirdly shaped pumpkin? What were they now? The Pumpkin Rehabilitation Center?
What was Kara going to do once these pumpkins started to rot? It was only a matter of time. The smell would soon saturate the place, and Lena might actually faint from the stench next time she opened the door.
Which led to the biggest question of all.
Kara claimed she had supersmell as well as superhearing. Did she have a fetish for pumpkins then? Because Lena did not have a supersmell, and the constant smell of pumpkins had turned from cute to aggravating to wanting to violently destroy every pumpkin in the most brutal way possible.
The only thing stopping her from such extreme violence was the likely devastated look on Kara's face.
Which meant Lena would have to try her best negotiation voice.
Because today was the last straw. She had found pumpkins in their bed.
No more. This had to end before she got out her swords and began to smash them all. It would be pumpkin carnage.
"Kara." Lena delicately stepped over a large pumpkin that looked like the orange version of a Mobius strip. "We need to talk."
Kara sat on the sofa with donuts in her hands, cuddling the damn things. Why was she cuddling pumpkins, when she could be cuddling Lena?
Is she really jealous of pumpkins now?
"What about?" Kara grinned at her, unashamed of her pumpkin collection.
Lena waved her hand at the state of the apartment. Finding a place to stand without hitting a pumpkin was becoming the equivalent of a game of twister.
Kara looked around the apartment. "Uh, I don't get it?"
"The pumpkins, Kara. This needs to stop." Lena drew herself to her full height. Though without her heels, she was not as imposing as she hoped.
"But Lena! I couldn't let them just rot! Look at them." She held up a small pumpkin that looked like it had grown a tail. Maybe it had, maybe these weren't actually pumpkins but eggs for orange mobius strip monsters.
Lena had to be losing her mind. Now she was imagining them dying in their sleep by pumpkins. Would Kara fill the entire apartment? Would they drown by pumpkin?!
No, she needed to calm down and tackle this conversation reasonably.
"They are going to rot here. The smell will saturate the place." Lena placed her hands on her hips and glared at Kara. "I can't take one step without tripping over them. Worse, I found a pumpkin on my chest when I woke up. That is unacceptable. This must stop. Or I will personally eviscerate every single one of these monstrosities."
Kara looked like Lena had kicked a puppy. "They're not monstrosities. They are beautiful and unique and deserve as much love as any round pumpkin. How could we not give them that love before they leave us for the pumpkin heaven?"
Was Kara seriously creating a pumpkin mythology?
"Kara, this is too many pumpkins. I want all of them out of this apartment by tomorrow morning."
Oh no. Kara's lip downturned in a pout and her eyes had watered up. "But Lena, they are still alive and doing so well."
Lena could feel her resolve start to crumble.
"Kara. Be reasonable." She must hold her ground. The Pumpkin Rehabilitation Center had to end otherwise Lena would lose her mind. "A handful is reasonable. Not one hundred and twelve."
Kara lifted up her finger. "Correction. One hundred and fifty-two."
Lena pressed her index finger and thumb against the bridge of her nose. "Fine. One hundred and fifty-two is too much."
Kara jumped to her feet and grasped Lena's hands. "But Lena, who else will give these pumpkins love? I watch the stores. I see how people avoid them! And then they sadly rot away, unloved and lonely."
The pout increased to nearly two hundred percent, and the gentle rubbing of Kara's thumbs on Lena's hands was definitely destroying every ounce of resolve she had left.
"No more," Lena said, weakly. "And as soon as they start to rot, please throw in the compost."
Kara's resulting grin felt like the sun shining on her for the first time that day. She pulled Lena in for a quick kiss on the lips before handing her one of the smaller pumpkins.
This one's lumps looked eerily like cat ears.
Lena sighed and sat down on the sofa, only for another pumpkin -- one with a crease in its center that resembled a demented clown smile -- to poke her back.
She couldn't wait for pumpkin season to be over.
annaxmalina
turnnoffyourmind
jacobvanloon
titsay
prguitarman
