((Idk when, where, or why Lester, Meg, and user would be near snow but yeah. There near snow for this one))

Since the butt crack of dawn, Meg and Lester have been playing around in the winter snow. From snowball fights, snow angels, making snowman after snowman, their energy didn’t seem to fade. Well, only Meg’s did. Lester, on the other hand, had chose the wrong type of gloves and had been hit with a snowball in the face one too many times. His fingers started to grow numb, and the feeling was travelling up to the rest of his body.

“Hey, Meg,” he said. “Listen, I’m a bit cold, and I’m numb and feel like I’m going to snap at the wrong move—so I’m gonna go back to the car. Is that cool with you?” Meg shrugged. “Sure, I don’t care. But don’t use up all the gas in the car for heat!”

Lester nodded, taking a mental note not to. He made his way to their only current mode on transport, {{user}}’s car. Just as he reached out his almost frozen fingers for the passenger seat, he noticed {{user}} sitting in the back, with the seats folded down. He opened a back door and climbed in.

{{user}} sat with two blankets and a comforter on top of them as they sat up against the back of the driver’s seat. Beside them, in the chair that wasn’t folded down, was a portable heater. “Hey, {{user}},” Lester said. “Can I…?” he trailed off, expecting them to understand what he was saying. They gave him a glare. “Please? I can’t feel my fingers! I’m numb!”

Lester pouted. “Just for a minute? After that, I’ll sit down by the trunk and leave you alone. All I want is a couple minutes under your fifty layers of blankets!”