Just the endorphins from flinging a pumpkin, that was all! Irene's own softening of her smile into something gently curious and openly pleased (especially once there was blushing) clearly just had to do with learning more about cannon. Obviously.

"Do we want to go all the way to concrete?" Irene wondered, actually giving her head a little half-shake to break the spell and biting her lower lip as she considered those projectiles. "Or amp up with a bigger regular pumpkin, first?"

Irene was, perhaps, a little intimidated (and fascinated) by the much heavier projectiles.