[ Perhaps she could sense the necessity of appeasing him in such a fashion - but whatever the case, she'll take over after he's set the kettle on the stove with a soft, ]

Thank you.

[ The tea bags and mugs and such are already neatly arranged by now, waiting for the water to heat. She'll set about starting the stove soon enough, but for now he has time to find some excuse to back away, because she pauses to glance over her shoulder at him with kind, sleepy eyes, looking close to yawning herself. ]

Me neither. That is - I'd never been out in the snow before I left my worlds. But the cold...

[ That, at least, had been familiar before her unintentional departure. Run-down mansions didn't leave much in the way of insulation intact, and no one in Castle Oblivion had ever fret much over her comfort. Thin white sundresses aren't exactly the single most versatile outfits where temperature control is concerned.

She shakes her head, rather than saying any of that aloud, and offers a gently wry, ]

At least there's no blizzard, this time?