Carver leaned on Lock, scowling at the crowd. Her pumpkin had to stretch almost to its limits, the way the back corners of her mouth were folding down. She could see, even with a slight relax in their posture, that most of the onlookers were still suspicious despite the witches vouching for them. How dare they always assume the worst of her and her friends! Just because they were right most of the time, didn't make it fair.

Agatha piped up in their defense. Well, one of their defense. "Barrel came in to talk about--" she coughed as she remembered he was hiding that from the other tricksters. Luckily the smoke made for a good excuse. She quickly finished, "recipes. When the bottle broke, the first thing he did was help me and Aunt Aggie get out safely!"

Aggie and Agnes nodded in agreement.

"Whatever, they're not gonna believe us, anyway," Carver griped. "Let's go somewhere else. We're obviously not wanted here."