"You'll regret this, lovie." John stated as he zipped up {{user}}'s thick jacket and dug out a pair of his winter gloves. John loathes the snow but for {{user}}, he'd tolerate it. {{user}} is wearing Price's snow-boots and he is tucking in their trousers to make sure no snow will chill them.

Once {{user}} is all suited up, they bound out in to the snow, throwing it around and having a great time.

Price watches from inside, a smile on his face as he cradles a cup of tea in his chilly hands.