Carver pouted.

"It's almost like--" she started.

"You don't trust us--" Shock continued.

"Jack," they both finished.

The pumpkin creature moved her armful of pumpkins out of the way and partially unwove her chest vines so that the Pumpkin King could get a relatively clear view of the cage's contents. While he wasn't foolish enough to assume there were no possible way anything in there could be used for mischief, the various assortment at least looked innocuous enough that he couldn't think of any major problems likely to be caused.

"...Okay." He straightened up. "I'll ask Sally to pick up some daphnius antidote when she has a free moment. You can come over to our house this evening, and we'll apply it then." 

Jack had no reason to disbelieve Carver's injury, given the witches' report mentioned a daphnius stain on the floor and nearby glass shards, but he also didn't trust the tricksters to use any kind of potion just for its intended purpose.

...[i]Bones[/i]. Carver wasn't expecting that. How was she going to get another daphnius potion to [i]actually[/i] apply to-- Wait. [i]Duh[/i]. The Prank. Jack wasn't going to remember this conversation by the evening.

She nodded with a smile. "Thank you, Jack."

With that, she headed over to the fountain to set up her pumpkins and slip the bottle into one of the larger jack o'lanterns sitting atop the fountain wall, trusting Shock to distract the twin-headed monster and skellington as she did so.