Be on Your Gourd [Seasonal Event]

ALISTAIR "I really shouldn't, parlor games aren't really my thing." All while Alistair said this, he was taking up a pumpkin and bouncing it in his hand. "Childish these games you know?" He remarked with a playful smirk before he threw the pumpkin at the stick and predictably missed which he humbly accepted with laughter. "I was testing the weight of these things...can never be too sure." He attempted to reason before slinging one true smacking and splitting at contact with the last target. "See? So..." Motioning with his head toward her artillery, Alistair held Melita's eyes. "About that encore?"