After a busy day of decorating the castle interior, Naruto skips down the hall as she opens all of the drapes. Arriving at her destination, the jaunty tune she was whistling comes to an abrupt end. She takes a deep breath before bursting into Madara's chambers with a loud greeting, "MERRY CHRISTMAS!"
A startled thump from his coffin assures her that he heard, but she approaches when he doesn't immediately throw it open to yell at her. Knocking on the lid, she calls out, "Christmas will be over if ya don't come out soon, ya know!"
His reply is muffled enough that Naruto has to press her ear up to the wood. "What?"
The lid moves beneath her, so she lowers to a squat beside it. A glowing red eye is all that peaks through the sliver he opened his casket. Contrary to his usual dulcet tones, a nasal voice croaks, "What did you do?"
Startled by the difference, it takes her a moment to process what he just said. Finally, she answers, "Uh, I decorated for the holidays?"
"With what?"
Naruto counts off with her fingers as she lists, "The usual: tree, wreaths, tinsel, ornaments, mistletoe—"
"Mistletoe?!"
"Yeah…?"
"We're allergic to mistletoe," he growls in his gravelly voice.
Nodding in belated realization, Naruto asks, "Oh...is that why my hands are itchy?"
"Take it down and burn it," snaps Madara before the lid clicks shut pointedly.
Naruto, however, refuses to let the conversation end with that. She whines, "Aw, but it really adds to the holiday feel!"
When she receives no reply, she stubbornly taps a beat on his coffin. Her strategy bears results as an annoyed Madara lifts the lid once more. Unfortunately, he is in no mood for negotiation and issues an ultimatum, "I'm not leaving this coffin until you take it down."
Wedging her hand underneath the lid, Naruto holds it open when he tries to close it again. She issues an ultimatum of her own, "If I have to take the mistletoe down, then we're opening presents together. No running off to hide. Got it?"
Madara scoffs, "I do not hide—"
She repeats, "Got it?"
He huffs, "Fine."
Satisfied, she retracts her fingers and gets to her feet as the coffin snaps shut. Now then, what would be the fastest way to get rid of an entire field's worth of mistletoe? A bonfire, perhaps?
Happy Holidays!