Whatever struck his fancy? He thought for a moment as he looked over his pumpkin, what struck his fancy just then? It was then that he knew what to call out, using his wand to catch her radio's attention, before the sounds of his favorite ambient noise was filling the air.
It was so easy to create to his favorite music, finding himself lost in the techniques she was showing him. He was doing his best to keep from glancing at her pumpkin, while keeping his own a secret from her. When she turned her pumpkin, his eyes bulged. His was not nearly as beautiful, she was so talented. "You've got more talent than anyone I know," he breathed in excitement, giving her a toothy grin. "I absolutely love it, it's perfect, thank you," he gushed.
He turned his pumpkin then, exposing his creation. "Your story about your parents inspired me," he admitted a bit sheepishly, turning fully to face her then. "I made this one for you, or them if that's weird?" he asked with a nervous laugh, forehead even wrinkling in worry a bit. Had he made it weird?