[ She can't help it: Zelda deflates with a laugh, short and puffy as it is. ]

You're right. The sun will set sooner now... Regardless, thank you for sharing your bounty with us, Scarecrow.

[ A soft rustling from their former conversation partner— an acknowledgement? A warning? She doesn't know. What she does know is that the barrel can carries a couple more expertly placed pumpkins, so Zelda raises her tool overhead, wanders over, and chops one free. ]

I'm Zelda, by the way.