Serge stands with some difficulty, groaning... "Nah, it's fine. I'll live..." He pauses, looking down at the discarded gift box. "Weird..." He has, at least, learned his lesson about touching things in this room. He gives the box a gentle prod with his oar.

When this accomplishes nothing other than a mildly-crinkled bow, he bends down to open the dreaded box. "It's... I have no idea what this is."

He pulls the object out, unfolding a... very cozy-looking whale kigurumi. "Why is there a random set of adult-size footie pajamas in the death museum?"