"How do they make pumpkin spice?" Connie randomly rambled one afternoon as she and Steven indulged in some pumpkin spice doughnuts that the Big Donut was having a special offer on. "I mean, pumpkins aren't even spicy!"
"Maybe..." Steven lulled over as he took a rather enormous bite of his doughnut, "They… soak the seeds in a special spice before planting them?"
"Nah..." Connie thoughtfully contradicted. "Most seeds won't grow properly if soaked. Maybe… they soak the pumpkins themselves? No… then they'll be just as gross. Oh! I've got an idea! What if they plant the pumpkins near other spices?"
"So some of the spice makes its way into the pumpkin itself?" Steven inquired curiously.
"Exactly!"
"Interesting theory." Steven agreed with a nod. "But I have a better one."
"You do?"
Steven nodded again, this time with authority, "You see my naive Connie, to make the perfect pumpkin spice, you must first start at the seed. As all good seed carers know, you must first hug and wrap the pumpkin seed of your choice with cinnamon and love before carefully blanketing it into the earth to sleep."
Connie raised an eyebrow with interest. "When it's about to produce its first pumpkin, you can't call it nutmeg or it will get offended?"
"Exactly." Steven proclaimed with a matter-of-fact undertone. "But first, as it reaches its tedious school days as a shoot, you must protect it from any cloves that wish it harm and gingers that want to court it."
"And when it's all grown up, it will be nice enough for allspice to see." Connie added with a look that illustrated her need to laugh. Steven gave a firm nod of agreement.
"Know you have it." he affirmed. This finally allowed Connie the allowance to let out a laughter so amused that even Steven joined in. Eventually, the two slowly ceased and gave satisfied sighs from a good joke shared between them.
"Of course," Connie then decided as she reclined a bit, "That's just assuming that pumpkin spice actually includes pumpkins. Which it doesn't."
"How do you know?"
"I can read the back of the pumpkin pie spice label, Steven."
"Oh..." the youngest Crystal Gem mumbled. He paused for a moment before grumbling, "I liked our ideas better."
Connie thought about it, then nodded. "Yeah, I did too." she agreed with a sigh. She and Steven then looked at each other, and started to laugh again.