If someone had told Dave a week ago that he would be balls deep in snow searching for some magic fucking frogs to snatch so they would turn into green goo universe fertilizer, well, he didn't know what he would have done. That's how unbelievable this whole clusterfuck of a game abstract was. Let alone the fact that he was accompanied by an evening gown clad Jade Harley who took his breath away more than any chill air ever could. Not that he'd tell her. A cool kid didn't mess with his rep like that.
Maybe she'd never know how the crystalline flakes settling upon her glorious ebony locks made his heart speed up ever so slightly. He would never let it slip that the whole time she frolicked in the snow, scarlet red orbs traced every line of her body, etching this moment into his memory permanently. All she saw was Dave Strider, to cool for snowball fights and too hung up on himself to play with her for just five minutes.
Every so often he'd get broadsided with a shower of Old Man Winter's dandruff and have to shake it off like some wet dog to the tune of her merry laughter. Jade's gigle was quite possibly the single most dorky sound he had ever heard, so why couldn't he get enough of it? Enough of her was just never enough. Dave Strider had, for five minutes, the one person he could just be himself with and not the super cool ironic kid. So what if he had to grope a few slimy half-frozen frogs to do it?
"Heeey! Come on cool kid keep up!" Up ahead, she called back to him with a buck toothed smile that could have powered a city block. Strider had never moved so fast in his life.