[ They can trade knives along with pumpkins, because Minato had been hoarding all the smaller blades, shaving off bits and pieces of his gourd and carving the outlines as if using it like a scalpel.
His new pumpkin is a whole different experience, and he sits there and stares at the face of it, trying to imagine what it could be. It's like trying to see an image in an ink blot, or ceiling tiles, or stars in the sky... The first step to art is apparently lots and lots of staring, because that's what Minato does for the next several minutes unless Charlotte interrupts him, sitting and staring and barely even breathing as he looks down at the pumpkin. ]
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His new pumpkin is a whole different experience, and he sits there and stares at the face of it, trying to imagine what it could be. It's like trying to see an image in an ink blot, or ceiling tiles, or stars in the sky... The first step to art is apparently lots and lots of staring, because that's what Minato does for the next several minutes unless Charlotte interrupts him, sitting and staring and barely even breathing as he looks down at the pumpkin. ]