[That sir is a whole lot of words he does not know the meaning to! Digital? Mecha hangar? Haywire? The smile on his face is already a touch vacant and awkward, and he laces his fingers together until he hears a sentence he... almost understands!]

Ah spring? Perhaps? If I were to hazard a guess, at least. That is the season that I arrived in, so it would seem anyway. I fear I've little idea what that implies, but if nothing else it was exceptionally lovely. I've always been fond of spring.

[Judging from the blossom strewn antlers, that would seem on point at least.]

What areas would be considered unsavory here?

[He's not even going to mention all the stuff he didn't get, he has no idea where to start with those.]