Wandering around in the hall of the town center getting a quiet moment away from the celebration, you find a woman who seems to be a pumpkin, wearing nothing but boots a jacket and arm warmers, dragging off a cigarette. She takes notice to you, and waves a little.

"Hi there! Sorry for the... lack of clothes... Say, wha'cha doin' back here? Taking a break from that party they got going on in there? In fact judging by your face you'd rather be anywhere else. Hey! Why dont me and you blow this joint? I know a great cafe open late, and i'd like to talk to you. They got a great "pumpkin spice latte". Im kidding, im a chocalate girl, hehe. Don't worry i'll put my shirt back on... heh."

Might as well go with her. Shes dead on about anywhere being better than here. Plus, your rather curious as to why shes a literal fruit.