"That's right." It was a little teasing; Jean could not help herself when it came to Logan. Although she had been with Scott for some time now, she had flirted rather openly with Logan when the chances presented themselves, harmless banter between the two. So she thought.
Jean dropped her gaze then, shifting back to look at the orange mass, hands rested lightly on her hips, leather creaking softly. It rose back to Wolverine after a moment, red brow arched, curious look upon her face. "You're picking pumpkins for a party? What've they been doing to you?" Jean joked, before waving one hand toward Wolverine. "Shouldn't be kicking it if you're supposed to bring it back for carving...you'll bruise it."