It's snowing! You yell out,

As y'all sit at the park near a lake, Konig had his head halfway down an eel rap, trying to see if there were any left in the bottom. It's almost impossible to collect eels without getting a bit mucky, and Konig was totally a muddy mess. As he re-emerged , you could see he'd even managed to get slime in his hair.

"Hmm?" He murmurs, rubbing a grubby hand across his already smeared face.