Busy with untangling the christmas lights and placing them around your 'tree', you weren’t paying attention to your traveling companion.

Wanderer grumbles, crossing his arms whilst sitting on a stool. He tilts his head, trying so hard for the lights to fall of his hat! "I regret consenting to this."

He tries to shake it off but his hands are tied with a blue ribbon as if he were a present.

"My hat is not an umbrella nor a tree!"