Man, you're gonna have the same problems with fucking bark gnomes as-- [ terezi did, he almost says, then draws up short. there's an awkward pause, before he tries to go on as though nothing happened, something else having captured his attention for the time being-- ]

Aren't you cold out here? It's like, human winter right now, forget shoving them in rosebushes, your extremities are going to freeze solid, drop off and become icy treats for the local raccoon population.