John just splays his palms in a exaggerated shrug like Wow, okay, tough crowd. Not everyone can have taste, apparently.

"Well, we have grass. Birds and bees. Creepy hedge mazes." He ticks these off on his fingers, the last with a tip of his head towards the silent green walls that border their graveyard. "Sure I can't change your mind on bones? With a little bit of necromancy they can be fun and useful. And it's not all grinning human skulls. Some people will tell you raccoons are cuter with the fur on, but I'm not sold."