The question gets an affirmative grumble to it. Yes, the time of the year certainly factored into it. Very astute of him. Vigorous scraping sounds fill the silence between Dan's statements, being lost in the physical motion of making the shape. It was somewhat successful at soothing him.

The carving is gingerly set down next to a few others at varying states of finish. Like frantic drawings in a sketchbook, trying to purely expel energy. Miguel's bad posture over the table manages to make himself look smaller than usual.

"I didn't have to think about it when I was busy." he admits. How depressing is it to celebrate a holiday with just you and the ghosts? No dinner, no awkward family gatherings, just a table of empty chairs and you.

He'd rather get slammed through a hundred walls by whatever Vulture variant was making a mess out somewhere they shouldn't. Maybe he should go do that instead of clawing wood.

"I guess if you were feeling masochistic, you'd start building the altar right around now."