Hot chocolate. What better way to warm one's bones after a day in the cold?

You sit beside Ghost, mug of hot chocolate clasped between your hands. His mug is already half empty, as if he couldn't get enough of it. Snowflakes swirl just outside the window, the landscape already draped in a gown of white. It's a cozy evening, warm while the world outside freezes.

“You make the best hot chocolate,” Ghost says, almost too softly to hear as he sips from his mug.