“Look what I got!” Phil walked in with a large paper bag in his hands. “Chestnuts.”
“Why?” Mica asked.
“What do you mean, why?” Phil said. “It’s autumn, it’s October. We can roast chestnuts on an open fire and tell fortunes from how they roast.”
“We haven’t got an open fire.” Mica said. “We’ve got gas.”
Phil frowned. “I’m not sure how you can tell the future from a chestnut. I’ll just check.” He got out his phone.
“I suppose we could try the frying pan.” Mica said. “I’ll have a look.”
“I’m not getting anything about telling the future with chestnuts.” Phil said, sitting down at the kitchen table and flicking through his phone.
“The frying pan looks a bit scary.” Mica said, flicking through her phone. “Do they taste nice?”
“What?” Phil asked.
“Chestnuts. Do they taste nice?”
“I don’t know.” Phil said, still checking his phone. “Apparently you can roast them in the microwave, but I can’t see how that would help.”
“You can’t tell the future from a microwave.” Mica said. “Not unless you’ve left the tuna in the tin. Then you can tell that you will need a new microwave.”
Phil looked embarassed. “It’s the sort of mistake anyone could make.” He said. “But I’m sure I heard about chestnuts and Halloween.”
“There’s a nice recipe here for soup.” Mica said. “I’ve got everything else in. We could try that.”
“It’s not quite the same as fortune telling by an open fire.” Phil said.
“We still don’t have an open fire.” Mica said. “But we can have nice soup by the gas fire and then some wine and a film.” She smiled. “We can have candles.”
Phil looked at his wife and smiled. “It will do.” He said, and gave her a hug. “Candles it is. We can make our own traditions.”