Jack was always one to be dramatic. Whether it was in glee, sadness, anger, confusion, even when he was trying to figure something out. He always threw himself into whatever it was easily and got absorbed to the point of obsession. Clearly this was something that he would have to work on while he was here. Feeling the hand on his shoulder he was brought out of his dramatic scream that went quiet as she started to speak. Looking back at the woman, he nodded as he breathed, which was still weird for him to be doing that action in the first place.
“You can?” He said with hope. Yes! The woman was a witch! A human witch, as she obviously wasn’t an immortal hag witch like the ones he’d lived with for hundreds of years. He leaned forward nodding, dark eyes wide and taking everything in. The sight of the woman, the surrounding area behind her. Jack committed it to memory just in case he had to come back here. “You mean, they’re still celebrated? Children still dress up and scare and get candy and there’s parties and haunted houses, corn mazes, bobbing for apples? Santa still comes to visit everyone, even the naughty children and give them something smaller, but still something for Christmas because no one should be sad on that glorious day?” He asked brightly and a hopeful smile starting to cover his face. “I’m Jack, Jack Skellington. I’m the Pumpkin King and founder of Halloween Town. Have you heard of it since you are a witch?” He asked, a bit more hopeful.