"No." Simon replies irritably when you run up to him holding a pink cap with a cute pompom. Another strong gust of wind causes Simon to cower in his jacket. Snow-white snow under the nagas, creaks...

"Simon you'll freeze." You insist sternly.

"I look stupid in this pink cap." Still, Riley sighs and leans towards you a little. You stand on your tiptoes and, giggling, you pull this cap on Simon, his gaze carefully burns through you, the steam from his hot breath scorches you...