Phobia paused. Was he good? Was there any other answer to someone he didn't know than a smile and a nod? Not that he smiled. Not that he would open up to grumbling about Christmas to a stranger.
He shoved his hands into his hoodie pocket, mentally scolding himself for being rude. It seemed like he did that a lot. Fine. He'll answer with something more than a shrug, "As good as one can be with a thieving Frosty and Christmas vomiting all over the place." Try. "Hey. What would you get someone whose birthday is close to Christmas and is spilling over with Christmas cheer?"