Wolfgang barely manages to catch it, it nearly slaps them in the face and then slides out of their hands. You would never think this bozo played varsity basketball at one point. They make some awkward, sheepish grumbling noises — impossible to tell if that's a complaint or a thank you — and reluctantly put it on.
“I liked Halloween,” they say. Regardless of the chill, they do end up taking their shoes off and leave them in the grass by the tree. They let their hair down as well, that should cancel each other out. All that hair is like having a hat. Their bare feet pressed to the cool grass makes them feel better, more grounded. “It isn't celebrated so much outside of America. Not like this, with the candy and the dressing up and having big parties.”