“Oh, what are you doing out this far little Miss? We don’t get trick-or-treaters out here.”
Actually, unless you count that witch that had dropped by one year, they’d never gotten any to the Evil Lair. Still, Minion was always prepared.
“Just a moment!” he returned shortly with a tray of cookies, offering them to the girl, “And what are you tonight?”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Dana, shall we get you home?”
Dana held his hand and nodded.
“Yes!”

Offering his hand to her, Minion asked, “So where is home?”

