"Yeah, it's been kinda dead as far as like bustling and whatnot..." He, too, peers around at the people milling about, most of them seeming to be having a decent enough time despite the circumstances. People are resilient, he guesses.

He pauses at her question, biting his lip for a second before taking a sip of his cider with a hum. "Mm, I don't know, it's definitely not Halloween, not enough ghosts or pumpkins... Maybe Thanksgiving? Or just like general 'fall', I guess, some places are into the whole leaf thing."

The cider's fall-ish... So he's leaning more toward that. How... Quaint.

That's new.