Cash grinned; at least now Ford was playing along. "It doesn't have to be macabre," he allowed, "But Halloween is sort of inherently spectral, don't you think?" Ford could dress up as a woodland creature all he wanted, but that wasn't going to remove the energy of the holiday from a masquerade. But maybe Cash was being dramatic. He bent down to grab a stone and held it carefully in his hand. "I was a pirate one year," Cash added. That was not very macabre or anti-social of him! (But he had been seventeen.)