Go nuts. I don't really care that much. What? You seriously made a crab to put on the umbrella? You didn't have to do that. I mean, I'm grateful, holy shit, but it wouldn't have been a big deal if you just gave me a plain umbrella.

You get used to it. And it's not like he's malicious about it. He just likes freaking me out, for some completely unfathomable reason.