"Yeah, but at least it's not as literal," Lambert grins down at the unfortunate little gourdbeast, giving her a friendly tap between the eyes. It's the closest he has to getting to poking her on her nose. Don't worry, though, Pumpkin, you're not on the menu tonight.

However, that doesn't mean Pumpkin's safe from being casually flipped over, her underside examined as Lambert raps at her belly with his knuckles. Sure, he'll cuddle her, but that doesn't mean she's off the hook for all sorts of other indignities. "How do you even know she's a she?"