He shook his head. "The answer to both of those questions is no. It's alright Lyra. You enjoy this holiday. I've never seen a need for it." He shrugged and offered his hand if she wanted to come down. He didn't like seeing her up on that ladder.
"This is your home, as much as it is mine. I'll get used to it. I may turn off a few of the sounds though." That would jar him more then anything, having something just make music at him. "But I really don't mind. Now come down and show me this gingerbread of yours."