"What's this Mr. Reese?" Finch asks, baffled, when John places a small box in front of him.

"It's Halloween Finch. A gift."

"I hardly think it's prudent to celebrate the pagan harvest festival, and it's definitely not something that calls for gifts."

"Don't be a spoil sport Harold. Just open it."

"Alright," he opens the lid, and splutters.

"These are for you. Put them on."

"I most certainly am not going to do that."

"Come on. It's in the spirit of the holiday. You could do with a little fun."

With annoyed eyes, and exasperated sigh, Finch reaches inside the box and attaches the clip on bunny ears in his hair, looking at Mr. Reese with reproach, "Happy? I still don't understand the purpose of it."

"Very." John grins, feral, and then brings out what he had been holding behind his back with the other hand, adjusting it around his face: it's a hood, for children, in grey fur with cat like ears. "And the point Harold, is that a cute little bunny gets eaten by the big bad wolf."

Before Harold even has time to do more than widen his eyes and gape, John pounces.