Barrel shoved the muffin in his mouth and devoured it in two bites. If anything, Sally knew food helped to calm him down. He accepted Carver's vine and sat closer to her so it wouldn't be as easily noticed, then sipped at his pumpkin juice. That his hand shook as he held the cup said more than enough.

Sally nodded to Carver.

"It will probably be a slightly tighter fit than she's used to, but yes, I can fix it."

"Good enough!" Barrel said.

He lowered his cup.

"Why will it take so long, though?" he asked.

"I have to hand-stitch it," Sally explained. "I'm worried my sewing machine might be too rough on some of the edges."

She tried to give him an assuring smile.

"But they'll hold better than the old threads."

Barrel just nodded and clutched Carver's vine a little tighter. He already decided that maybe they should find something to do in Halloween Town for a while. Perhaps a few hours. Maybe all night, to be safe. Perhaps see if the witches needed help, or pay Behemoth a visit in the Pumpkin Patch. They haven't done that in a while, have they? And then come home with an offering from the Crypt Cafe if she wasn't asleep by the time they eventually made their way back to the tree house. Barrel quickly took another sip of pumpkin juice.