Wander takes a few minutes to get his head around Bertie's wordy explanation. So the basic handling of stringed instruments is what he found difficult? That's what he guesses from that odd phrase Bertie used.

"Well, I'm glad that you still enjoy playing your...pianoforte. That a special kind of piano?" He hopes it's an alien piano unique to Bertie's planet.

He leans away from Bertie as he gets too close for comfort, almost slipping off the branch and flailing his arms before grabbing it with his hands. However, this lets the banjo fall onto his lap, exposing his entire fur-deficient body. Most of it is still covered, but with a rather thin layer, and small bald patches the size of coins show easily show through. His head seems to be fine, but a few orange strands fall from under his hat when he jostled it.

"Um," He rubs his arm. "I've been havin' a bit of a predicament with the props," he says, enunciating each syllable slowly. "Mostly them comin' at night to take some hair, even when I left a pile of ones that fell out jus' for them on the table. I didn't know they needed so much."

Wanders looks eager to take Bertie on his offer, but stops himself a second later. "I don't wanna take anythin' that belongs to you, but thank you. I can go there later. An' it's not botherin' me too much." He puts on a grin to show how entirely unaffected he is by having his furn ripped out.

Totally convincing.