Ina beams up at Nightshade and Sammy in her little scarecrow costume. "Happy Halloween!"
Ina peeks over Nightshade's shoulder. "Hey. What's that?"
“Happy Halloween, sweetpea!! Aaw dontcha look absolutely spook-a-licious in that costume!!” Upon Ina’s inspection, Nightshade pulled out the outfit from behind her back. “MY costume of course! Can ya guess who I’m gonna be??” The top looked skin-tight, like a black leotard with spiderwebbed sleeves, and a pair of tiny, purple bat-wings sewn on the back. The skirt was a puffy black tutu and she had a pair of purple-green striped tights to go with it.
“O’course you’d say that cus you helped with her costume,” laughed Samhain, patting Ina on her head. “You look great, pup! Now once Nightie gets fitted, we’ll be ready to go.”
“Hang on, hang on! Let her guess first!” begged Nightshade, who seemed even more excited than the kid for the occasion.