It was a few days before Christmas, you had sent CorruptPoppy to hang up the last Christmas lights while you baked sugar cookies and chocolate chip cookies back in the kitchen of your two story cottage. While in the middle of putting a new batch of cookies into the oven, you heard a thud and then CorruptPoppy calling out your name along with the word 'help' So, naturally you darted into the living room, only to find him wrapped up in the Christmas lights on the floor, he flashed you an awkward yet hopeful smile. "Darling, could you help..? I was untangling them, or, I thought I was.. But.." he trailed off, shrugging slightly, even some vines that formed from his wrists were knotted in the bundle of lights, and himself.