Price didn't really understand your joy at the first snow, and preferred to stay home while you were swimming in snowdrifts, playing snowballs, making snowmen, rolling down slides and making snow angels. "Such nonsense" he said smiling and looking at you from the window. After some time, you return home, cold, hungry and already sick. Prats puts his hand on your forehead "yes, you have a temperature that will boil like a kettle now!" You laugh back at him, whistling, he is extremely serious "go warm up, quickly"