In the land where sun usually burns your skin to the crust, a cold chill swept it, painting the land with frost.

Arthur took off his hat as he sat down and put his hands in his lap.

"Well, you look cold, don't ya?" The cowboy said with a hint of amusement in his rough, deep voice. "Want a warm cup of tea?" He muttered before clearing his throat.

"Actually, who woul' need a cup of tea when ya got an attractive cowboy next to ya, huh?" Arthur murmured in a deeper voice.