[ She did... She thought he was connected to fire in some bigger way, and that certainly explains it. Home in his blood. This should make making a snowman...

...

Interesting...

While snow's not a novel concept to her -- Ka Bue has its wintry seasons -- it's not her favorite season by far. Hard to get around in, terrible to take books into, only nice thing about it is getting comfy with three blankets, hot tea, and a roaring fire. In her opinion. Odile shivers, blowing clouds out in her exhale, and shakes her head. ]

If only we were all so lucky. [ A little wry, there. ] I believe we're both a little too old, truthfully, but... would you like to make a snowbird before we begin on our task?