A/N: One of the last of the Halloween requests! I hope you had fun with them, and there's still some October left to enjoy the blast of silly, spooky fun! If you want to send a request, head on over to my tumblr (anotheropti) if you want to!

Enjoy!

"Andy, I just wanna go creep out old people–!"

"Babe, I promise we will. I super do, just… lemme get one house in?" he asks, almost begging and pointing at a clearly popular house on the street with streams of kids going up and away. She could barely stifle her chuckle, taking his outstretched hand and nodding. "You are the best wife in the world!"

"As long as I get the sour candy," she remarks.

"Totally!"

"And the gummy stuff," she tilts her head, pouting her lip. Andy gives a roar of laughter at her silly attempt at winning him over. "What?"

"Babe, we're married!" he reminds her, and yet April just looks side to side in confusion. "That means… we get to share all the candy."

"That's true," she nods.

"See!" he points at his head and chuckles again, pulling April along to the driveway line of kids.

It takes a few minutes before they're at the doorstep. Along the way, kids stare at April in awe. They should, since the stupid authentic witch outfit took her hours to get ready. It was more trouble than it was worth, but the decaying flesh makeup and warts everywhere was ooh'd and woah'd over by kids all the time which simultaneously made Andy's eyes sparkle with totally-not-tears and April feel a strange connection to the tiny monsters. Andy's utterly ridiculous lumberjack costume – ridiculous because it was just his flannel and a beanie, and ridiculous because April shouldn't be allowed in public with what she wants to do to him – didn't pull nearly as many, which normally he'd be disappointed. Instead he spent a lot of time wiping away definitely-not-there tears with his tiny plastic axe when kids tugged on April's robes and said she was cool.

At the doorway, the gentle-looking older woman chuckles at Andy and eyes April suspiciously.

"Trick or treat!" Andy shouts, holding his bag open in front of the lady. She smiles and laughs again.

"Aren't you a little old to be out like this, young man?" she asks, a sly whip to her voice that April catches immediately.

"My husband and I are trick-or-treating because we're awesome and not old, and lame, and handing out candy like a weirdo," she bites back and Andy's jubilant smile fades when she does. The look on the old lady's face is priceless. Feigning confusing April switches tact. "I mean, trick or treat!"

They get their candy, a seemingly nonexistent pile for April and for Andy a massive mess of king-sized chocolate bars, an apple that gets tossed into her bag instantly, chip bags, and more. April sneers at it.

"I think she was trying to hit on you," April tells him when they're close to the next house that seems popular.

"Woah, what? Really? That's weird."

He stops when April glares at him.

"I mean, that's dumb. She heard you say husband and everything!" he says very loudly so that anyone else could hear it as well.

"Right."

"And everyone on the planet should know that Andy Dwyer-" he slings his tiny plastic axe onto his shoulder, eliciting a rolled lip that's straining into a laugh from her. "Only goes trick-or-treating with one lady."

April can't help but laugh. She wants to call him a dork, amazing, and an idiot all at once but instead settles on laughter and leaning up to kiss him before hurrying off to the next house. Andy's still confused what was so funny.