"Likewise." If Larsa did know another Gabbiani, Setzer would have been surprised. He didn't know much about his parents, just that Gabbiani had been her mother's name, not his father's, and he didn't think his aunt and uncle had ever been told what his dad's name was. Setzer didn't know what he'd do if he ever got his hands on that information, if he'd want to track the guy down or not. Definitely not the sort of thoughts he let himself entertain that often, that was for damn sure, and they were all better off that way.
"Well, yeah, but the mess is half of the fun. Toss some paper or an old tablecloth or something down the floor, makes it easy to clean up that way." He remembered throwing pumpkin guts at Davie, one year, and starting a play fight with her. That had been pretty epic until they'd been caught. "We used to toast the pumpkin seeds in the oven and eat 'em as a snack, too." At Larsa's question, Setzer shrugged. "Not really. Not since I was a kid, anyway. I remember it being fun, though."