Help? It might of been an offer for help. Or maybe a chance to watch someone struggle with a pumpkin that a bit too big for her. John gave a sigh and a shrug. Why the hell not? It wasn't as if he had much going for him - even in prison. Life didn't change much, apparently.
"What's going on there? A ritual to appease the pumpkin king? Judging by the size of it," he gestured to it as he crossed the small distance between them.