That sense of dread she was feeling refused to go away, but it didn't make sense. The friendlier he was, the more uneasy she became. He hadn't done a thing to deserve it. He was funny and friendly. Friendly and funny people weren't bad people. His Marlon Brando impression may be awful, but that didn't mean he was.
She tapped her finger on her chin and tilted her head, giving him a thoughtful look as though she was assessing his idea.
"I have a feeling people would totally call the police before they gave you candy. It might work at a party though? I hear there are going to be a few in the area." People were so jumpy about things. There were no Trunk or Treat things when she was growing up. Going door to door was the only way you got Halloween candy back then. Sure, people sort of scoffed at the older folks who joined the kids in their pursuit of candy, but most people played along. That didn't seem to be the case anymore.