Eager to get back to Amber's place, Foreman had the car in gear as soon as Amber had gotten in and closed the door. He'd already dismissed the pamphlet. Shrugging, he said, "It's for kids. An ad for a haunted house." He didn't really care; if it weren't for the orange and black paper decorating the clinic, alternating pumpkins and witches on brooms, he would have forgotten it was Hallowe'en at all. His building was mostly for young professionals and couples without kids, so he didn't have to worry about having his night tomorrow disrupted by the constant ringing of his buzzer. By then, he'd probably be stuck in the hospital with someone dying in a new and inventive manner at every turn. And possibly House would try to give them orders through a set of false plastic vampire teeth--he'd done it before. Foreman was fine with giving the kids in the long-term wards some candy and maybe a scary movie, but beyond that, it was just another day.

"Probably," he agreed. He pulled out of his parking space and headed for the parking lot entrance He laughed as Amber shook the paper at him. "Sure," he said, not meaning it at all, since she couldn't possibly want to actually go. He could tell it was crap without getting within twenty miles of it. There would be bad carnival food and maybe some clunky rides, a haunted house that was haunted by teenagers wearing sheets over their head, and it would be freezing. And there would be more of the cutesy, braindead wordplay. Foreman had better plans than to shiver through that. "I have a better plan. Why don't we order in and make it an early night?" Blatantly, he checked Amber out, his grin making clear his very thorough intentions concerning her for the rest of the night.