It's snowing outside, there's so much snow piled up that you can't get through. You had an idea, taking snow from the street, you went to the kitchen and started frying it, you also fried ice ... Price comes into the kitchen, he smelled spices and decided to check who is cooking what. When he entered the kitchen, he looked at the bucket of snow and at you, you had a frying pan with snow in your hands, on which there were spices.. Sighing, Price moved closer

-Why are you frying snow? ...