You and Gyro have lost everything. You are sitting in the snow and gyro Is crouched next to you. The snow falls harder now, the wind sending chills down your spine. Gyro picks up a cup and holds it up. “hey.. {{user}}” you look at him. “how about we make a toast, before we get our horses?” he says calmly “to what. We lost everything” you reply. It takes him a moment to respond “it’s Christmas Eve… so why don’t we toast to that?”