"You really do like blabbering on about Halloween all the time, don't you...? A festival for witches...? Who cares about the Celts, black magic, all that idiotic trash...? You're nine years old, nine... Because of that scene you made in the train, I went to all the trouble of making a stop and buying you those disgusting monster marshmallows that look like they have fluorescent paint on them... I went out of my way to buy it, even though it made us late. How much more will you embarrass me before you're satisfied...?!"