Zoey paused as a voice called after her, catching her attention after her toss. Her head angled backward toward the spider, who she had thought she had intimidated by how he had frozen.

Actually, though... He was being rather friendly! The spider scuttled closer-- but not too close-- and gave his own toss, missing as well with his own pumpkin. He reassured her, then, and commented on their shape. "They're..." Zoey's mandibles clicked, and she reached a set of talons toward another, grasping it firmly. The pumpkin's outer shell cracked with a soft squish as she considered the shape of the gourd. "All a bit different... Maybe some of them are better for throwing than others?" She suggested thoughtfully.

But the stranger big-insect creature had a question for her, and she considered it again as she tried once more to lob a smaller pumpkin toward the cans. This time the gourd went flying past the target, exploding on impact as it hit the far wall.

"... The seeds," she answered in a quieter voice, "I need them to grow pumpkins in my family's garden."

Legba. It was a unique name, one that seemed to fit the strange and curious giant spider. It was strange to be called lovely, but the compliment still made her stand a bit taller, golden eyes gleaming. Maybe when Legba looked at her, it was like when she looked up to Venari.

The thought warmed her heart. She had no sense of what flirting was, but all the same she was certainly flattered by it. "My name's..." She started, then hesitated for a moment-- stalling in the memory of her family. Was it worth explaining designations? "You can call me Zoey." It was... Easier, that way. Even if it was against the rules.

"Yes," Zoey went on to explain, grasping another pumpkin with her talons. Another throw, another long-shot miss, this time flinging well over the stand that the Orb-Carnie had set up. "All sorts of edible plants... So my family will always have food. Oh, but... "But I like all sorts of plants... There's fields of flowers in Pegasus," she continued, going slightly off on a tangent, "and when they're in full bloom, it's the most beautiful sight." The conversation kept her mind (and her aim, too) off of the goal. It was certainly a welcome distraction, and... Hey, maybe he also appreciated the beauty in nature.

"My friend Pollen has a garden in Cepheus, too," she added, in case her new friend wanted to go sight seeing. "I learned a lot from her."

To Zoey's delight, Legba seemed curious and even-- dare she believe it-- interested in the flowers and plants that she spoke about. He mentioned Cetus, which... she was vaguely familiar of, in passing more than any genuine experience of the place.

"I could visit," she nodded with some enthusiasm. The plants that lived in Cetus were probably quite different from the ones she was used to... Just as Cepheus, Eridanus, and Pegasus all had their own unique plant-life.

... it was going to be a while before Zoey could make that kind of trek, though.

Zoey was about to ask what "work" Legba did-- (and why did the phrasing of 'work' make her think about Venari's 'work'?) --but she didn't get the chance. Legba chucked a pumpkin with fierce precision, and she watched the arc go flying into the target.

Oh...! It was such a good shot. He made it look so easy, even after their countless combined misses. When he announced that the shot was for her, for Zoey, his new friend, the only emotive part of her responded: quills rattled with surprise.

"... Thank you," she said as he retreated, acting all mysterious. "I'll visit, some day. I promise," she insisted. "Goodbye, Legba."

Now, Zoey had... well... she had a lot to process, but at least now... Monsieur Greaseball directed her to the balloons, to pop one for its... special reward. He was even so kind to let her scrape together some of the seeds from the splattered corpses of the pumpkins. It would be a shame to waste them, after all.

It was time to go home and plant some seeds, and maybe she could digest all of what had happened in this strange, curious place.