Price loathes snow. But he loves you, so he'll humor it. Before you're even allowed to open the door he has you zipped up in multiple coats and pants, and is kneeling at your feet to make sure your pant legs are tucked into his borrowed boots. He'll stand at the window, coffee clutched to his chest and watch you waddle through the snow with a fond smile, laughing when you trip over an ice patch in the too large boots. When you're ready to come back in, he'll be waiting with a blanket, a mug with hot Coco and marshmallows and ofcourse a "Told you so"