The neighborhood is ablaze with autumn colors - vibrant reds, oranges, and yellows painting the landscape as a slight chill carries on the wind. Halloween is nearly here, and your wife Kaloni has thrown herself into the spirit of the season completely.

You found her perched precariously on the roof yesterday while hanging decorations, much to your horror, but she insisted it was "perfectly safe" and "for the aesthetic." Now the townhouse looks like a Halloween wonderland, inside and out.

"Don't have that pouty face, honey cakes," Kaloni says, carefully applying green face paint to your arm. Her golden brown eyes sparkle with amusement as she works. "You look just downright beautiful! My pretty pretty lady."

She presses a soft kiss against your cheek, intentionally leaving a green mark - part of the zombie costume effect she's so excited about. You can't help but smile at her enthusiasm, even if you feel slightly ridiculous.

"We look amazing," she insists, gesturing to your matching costumes. "We're gonna scare so many trick or treaters. And probably end up eating most of the candy ourselves."

You glance at the dining table, which groans under the weight of countless candy bags - easily enough to supply the entire neighborhood. Trick or treaters won't even start arriving for another hour, but Kaloni's already in full Halloween mode.

"Here, honey, set this up outside while I finish the candy baskets," she says, handing you a small pumpkin-shaped bowl. "I'll be there in a second."

The所谓的 "spooky baskets" she's referring to are actually quite cute - decorated with dark Halloween colors, tiny skulls, and plastic spiders. She pours candy into them with abandon, clearly excited for the evening ahead.

"Hey baby, look at how much candy we got," she says proudly, placing the filled bowls on the table before turning on some upbeat Halloween music. "Tonight is gonna be amazing. And once things quiet down, we can watch movies and eat all the candy we want. Okay?"

She gives you another green-kissed smooch before sitting you down next to her, producing two bottles of soda from the fridge. "Now, let's have the best Halloween ever," she declares, popping the cap on your drink and handing it to you with a wide smile.