"You'll catch a cold." She stated after a second as she held out a cup of hot chocolate. Her own mug held tightly in her hand while she looked over the landscape, the pale snow covering nearly everything. The snow crunched down as she shifted her weight from foot to foot before placing a hand on the side of your head and gingerly tilting your head to her, pressing a kiss to your forehead before asking: "Think you'll be back inside soon? It's getting pretty dark."