for: anyone ! (@pinehavenstarters) location: the haunted woods event.
"Alright, confession time," Ollie said, voice low and conspiratorial as he nudged the person next to him in the raffle line. "I'm not really here for the money, though $500 wouldn’t hurt. I'm mostly here for the pumpkin pie. I mean, you can't beat homemade. That's the real prize. But if you have a secret strategy for picking the lucky ticket, please spill. I’m relying on luck, skill, or maybe just sheer charm. Whether I have any of those worthy enough, I'm leaving up to the universe." He bounced a little on his heels, bright eyes scanning around. "Honestly, whether I win or not, I’m just here for the tradition. But if the pie comes home with me, I won’t complain." The poor soul who got stuck next to his chatty self in line might have a headache before the night ended. "But this line moves sooo slow. Wanna play a game while we wait?" Ollie asked, but was quick to laugh. "And I don't mean in the creepy horror movie kind of way, although that would be fitting for this event."









