AN: Sam finally gets mentioned by name in this, but only in reference to something he and Miles did together when they were like 18/19. As for the no reaction on Ravage's or Barricade's part: do you know how many Sam's there are around that age? Even knowing that Miles originally comes from Nevada there would be so many that neither would make the assumption that it's the same exact Sam. Ravage also doesn't care at all, and while Barricade would care given the more personal nature he had in everything, he wouldn't care enough to do anything about it.
Miles had done his best to prepare for the inevitable chaos that carving pumpkins would no doubt cause: the dining table had a plastic cover over it to make cleanup easier, he had cut off the tops of three pumpkins and scooped the guts out already, and there were napkins and three knives laid out in front of each seat. He had even given his phone to Ravage so she could speak whenever she wanted.
"Okay," Miles placed a pumpkin in front of Barricade's child holoform, Ravage, and then his own seat. "I've never actually carved a pumpkin before, but I know the basics."
"I was under the impression that all U.S. children did things like this as family activities," Barricade frowned at his pumpkin, turning it this way and that to look for any imperfections.
"My parents were the kind of religious where celebrating Halloween meant celebrating the Devil, or some such shit like that." Miles rolled his eyes. "So I never got to trick or treat or anything like that when I was little, though I did go with my childhood best friend and his girlfriend our first year of college."
"Did you wear a costume?" Barricade looked up at Miles, suddenly interested.
Miles grinned, "Oh yeah, his girlfriend came up with a whole theme. We were characters from Scooby Doo—she went as Freddy, I went as Daphne, and we made Sam go as Scooby. I think I have a picture of me and her tucked away in a closet somewhere, though Sam was a party pooper and didn't join in."
"Your bedroom closet," Ravage told him helpfully. "Left side."
"Why am I still surprised by you?" Miles snorted, "Well, you'll come in handy the next time I need to find my birth certificate."
"Under the couch in a shoe box," Ravage and Barricade said together.
This caused Ravage to give Barricade a dark look, but Miles just shook his head fondly. The pair were getting along better than they used to from what he could tell, though Ravage's tolerance for Barricade still waxed and waned depending on the day. He was just happy that she hadn't poked any fun at Barricade for wanting to partake in silly human customs despite her obvious disinterest in most of the Halloween themed things they had done so far.
"Do either of you have any idea what you want to carve?" Miles asked in an attempt to distract Ravage. "I can help, if you need it."
"It's not that hard," Ravage pulled her pumpkin closer with her tail. "I can do it with my claws."
Miles watched with interest as Ravage used her tail to hold the pumpkin in place before going at it with the claws of her front left paw. The speed and dexterity she moved with was a little alarming to watch given what he could assume those things had been used for, and he decided that he never wanted to know just why she was so good at using her claws in such a manner.
Within two minutes she had completed her masterpiece and turned the pumpkin around so he and Barricade could look at it. It wasn't the most amazing carving that he had ever seen, but given that she'd managed to do a wolf howling at the moon in two minutes it was still remarkable.
"Damn," Miles was suitably impressed, and he reached over and gave her one of those ear rubs she so enjoyed. "Good job, Rav."
Ravage looked smug, "It was easy."
"I'm going to do a cat face," Barricade decided.
Miles would always be thankful that Barricade wasn't as competitive as Ravage was—he didn't think he could have handled the both of them constantly trying to one up each other.
"I think I'll just go with the standard triangle eyes and weird jack o' lantern mouth," Miles took a moment to use a napkin to clean the gunk out of Ravage's claws.
"I can help, if you need it." Ravage said graciously and in an intentional mockery of Miles' earlier words.
"We'll see," Miles laughed. "We can take pictures with them afterwards. Jessica would love to see Bartholomew with his pumpkin."