Written for a ten minute prompt at Writers Anonymous, and tweaked a bit to post. Probably only makes sense if you know that, in my AU, Jason, Princess and Tiny grew up in Western society while Mark and Keyop didn't.
Pumpkin
"So let me be sure I've got this straight," Mark said, a frown on his face. "You take this big orange thing. You carve a face in it. You put a lit candle in the middle. And then you put it by the window."
"Or the door," said Tiny.
"Or the door. And this encourages small children to come round and ask for candy. And keeps evil spirits away. Evil spirits. In a first world country which is strongly Christian. And you actually do this?"
"Yup," said Tiny, "every year."
"Me too," said Princess.
"Jason? Tell me you at least were sane."
"I grew up in a children's home, remember? No pumpkins for us. Might have cost money."
"But you wanted..." Mark shook his head. "I think this is a cultural divide. You have fun with your pumpkin. I have reports to write." He picked up his file and left.
"I think it sounds fun," Keyop said mournfully.
"It is fun. So we have one." Tiny pointed at the particularly fine specimen he'd persuaded Housekeeping to get. "Now, who's good at drawing faces? And who should we do?"
Keyop gasped. "Are we allowed to make it look like a real person?"
"Well, of course."
"Pass me that knife," Jason said. "I know someone who absolutely deserves to be immortalised as a pumpkin."