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Inside or outside?

Cold, Rogue.

So cold.

Inside.

I mean, you could always bundle up and go sledding or something, but okay. Bobby and I made cookies the other day. You could watch a movie, something, I don't know.

I don't bundle. [ He does, though. He's the layer king. ]

I want cookies.

John, you wear more layers than I do. And that's saying something. [Layer queen right here. Jackets, scarves, yup. Seriously, even wearing just a long-sleeved shirt feels weird. It needs a scarf or she's not comfortable.]

I think we still have a few left... You don't mind chocolate chip, do you?

Bundle implies...bundling--whatever.

Unless I've developed an allergy to awesome, I think I'm cool. Where am I when you guys do this shit?

... [Have a look.]

You weren't around. We just kinda... decided to do it. [She shrugs.]

Layers are different than bundling. All I'm sayin' here.

Whatever. Cookies. Gimme.

Okay, okay, c'mon. Kitchen. [She waves him towards it, leading him.]

[ Following, following, like a horrific boy-puppy hybrid managing to both bounce around directionless and get way too much in her space at the same time. ]

You are way too happy about cookies. Hey, can you-- personal space? [She looks up at him hopefully. She's a huge fan of personal space.]