"It's sort of traditional. Though where I'm from... it's usually snowing by now. And doesn't stop until February." He shrugs, thinking about home and Chuck and warm down comforters of-- well. That's not really appropriate for this conversation, is it. "Coming in from the cold is the best part, that long thaw in front of the fire with a cup of homemade cocoa and little mini marshmallows..."

He smiles, though it's crooked and a rare candid moment for him. "Though that's the sort of moment that's enjoyed best with friends."