[He hadn't seen a lot of those deer things, in all honesty. They hadn't frequented the neighborhood, seemingly put off by the Christmas Cheer, and by the time he'd been infested with cheer, he hadn't really paid any attention to things like them. So he just hums indecisively at the idea, not sure how he wants to count them, and more baffled by the ghostly message.]

'Living island'...? What does that even mean. [It's somewhat rhetorical, somewhat fishing for continued chatter, as he continues slowly musing aloud.] An island that fits in a basement... That's a big basement, to have a lake.