Here's something else for ya'll for fall in general.
As they laid out on the roof, looking up the stars, Scout couldn't help but ask "what do you think makes the leaves changes colors?."
"It's the fairies, painting up the leaves for fall so nature can know it's time for things to change" says Demoman, drunk and spurting out his usual gibberish, one hand wrapped around a bottle of scrumpy and the other resting behind his head.
The spy says nothing, just takes another drag of his cigarette and looks at Scout as if he is an idiot not worthy of an answer.
"Leaves just change" says the Heavy, never having questioned such a thing himself and therefor not having anything to say that would really be considered an answer.
"It's the communist!" shouts Solider "it's all part of their secret military plan to poison us all by inject our trees with a toxic gas that not only changes the color of their leaves but is released into the air by the oxygen put off them."
Everyone just rolls their eyes, not even Heavy and Medic are affected by the crazed man's war ranting anymore. Any attempts at arguing with him always ends in a rocket to the face anyway.
"It's the natural order of things" Engineer is the next one to speak up, "wouldn't go poking at it too much though nature's a touchy thing.. always changing and acting up. Takes a lot of learning to understand something like that."
Scout wrinkled up his nose at the thought. He wasn't interested in learning he just wanted an answer that made some kind of sense.
Pyro tried an explanation, but it was all lost in the muffled grunts of it's gas mask.
Sniper just shrugs "I dunno mate.. haven't had much interest in tree myself. Unless they're good for cover I don't bother with them."
Medic is the last one to speak up, always ready to provide a scientific answer to things and provide a long winded explanation if needed and he had the time. "It's zhe chlorophyll"
Scout seemed to get the jist of that and went back to watching the stars twinkle up in the sky. It wasn't really like any of their answers mattered anyway, they were stuck in a secret base in the middle of the fucking desert. Nothing but these two buildings and some cactus for miles and miles. The changing of seasons didn't affect the desert much, but the teen still knew it was fall by the calender he had hanging on his wall, and for no reason at all he'd spent all night wondering about the trees.
His self made explanation for this sudden turn into intellect was maple syrup. After the slop he'd been eating here for the last two years the poor kid was craving that more then anything. He missed grabbing a bottle of the sticky liquid and dumping as much of it as he could on a big stack of hot cakes, watching both the maple syrup and the hot melting butter start to drip off the sides like several tiny waterfalls as the syrup spread.
While his minds eye brought up a image of such delicious beauty his stomach gave a rumble, and that brought the day dreamer back to reality long enough to realize that there were eight sets of eyes staring at him.
"What?..."
"well, what's your answer?."
"To what?"
"why the leaves change you idiot."
Scout was quiet for several minutes more, then he sat up and started for the ladder that took him off the roof and back down to the base where he planned to go to continue his pancake fantasy. "You know what I think... I think it's time for some breakfast."