Sweaters

Patroklos shivered, tugging his stole up further on his shoulders so as to better cover the back of his neck. He inspected his companion out of the corner of his eye. "Aren't you cold wearing that stupid thing?" He asked.

Z.W.E.I. looked down as if to regard his own clothing. He was of course, wearing his distinctive purple coat, bearing his chest.

"No," Z.W.E.I. answered. "Are you cold?" He asked, smirking at the Athenian's vulnerability. Patroklos ignored the question. "I can see your breath," he pointed out.

Z.W.E.I. blew in Patroklos' face. "Good for you."

Patroklos rolled his eyes. To be honest, he couldn't really imagine Z.W.E.I. in a sweater anyway.

Snowball Fights

"Shit!" Patroklos scraped the freezing snow off his pants. The snow had already melted a bit, seeping through to his legs. As if he wasn't cold enough. "Dammit, Z.W.E.I…"

Viola narrowed her eyes. "It didn't occur to you to block the snowball with your shield..?"

Z.W.E.I. finally stopped laughing. "That's what I thought he was going to do!" He exclaimed. "I guess I overestimated you, Patroklos…"

Patroklos grabbed a lump of snow and began shaping it into a globe.

"Bring it on," Z.W.E.I. taunted. "It's only fair."

Patroklos nodded and sent the snowball flying forward, where it missed Z.W.E.I. completely.

The older man chuckled. "That was terrible..."

"… Was it?" Patroklos asked, pointing.

Z.W.E.I. turned to see Viola numbly staring at her dress, where a now flattened snowball rested. "Oh…"

Hot Chocolate/Hot Drinks

Z.W.E.I. eyed the cup suspiciously before turning to Viola. "What is this?"

"It's tea, Z.W.E.I," the young woman replied, watching the steam rise out of her cup.

"I got that," the German said, not taking his eyes off the liquid. "Why's it yellow?"

Viola gave the man a blank look. "Just try it." She took a small sip.

"It looks like-"

"Don't."

Z.W.E.I. laughed. "Fine." He brought the cup up to his lips and drank. "… It doesn't taste like anything," he observed, disappointed.

Viola took another sip. "I like it."

Z.W.E.I. nudged his cup towards Viola. "You can have mine, then."

Books

"What are you reading?" Z.W.E.I. asked, plucking a book from Patroklos' hands. "'How to Find Your Long Lost Sister?'" He guessed. "Or maybe, 'Five Easy Steps to Thwarting a Malfested.'"

Patroklos bit his tongue, resisting the urge to respond to Z.W.E.I.'s teasing. "Don't talk about my sister," the Athenian replied coolly, holding his hand out in anticipation of the return of his tome.

"I didn't," Z.W.E.I. said. "Now are you gonna answer my question?"

Patroklos shook his head. "I'm not reading anything. I'm writing."

Z.W.E.I. tilted his head. "You haven't got anything to write with."

"I know that," Patroklos said. "I'm just thinking about what I'm going to write in the future."

"And what are you going to write?"

"I'm going to write about a certain werewolf who won't leave me alone," Patroklos answered with a scowl.

Ice Skating

Patroklos offered his hand to Viola, eyeing the large patch of ice in the trio's way.

Viola just looked at the Athenian's outstretched hand. "I'm fine," she said finally, stepping forward onto the ice with light, careful steps.

Patroklos rolled his eyes. Served him right for trying to be polite to his strange companions, he supposed. He followed after Viola, trying not to lose his footing. His efforts only bought him a few embarrassment free steps before he slipped, landing on his rear.

"Hmph." Z.W.E.I. appeared behind Patroklos, offering him his hand. "Just like a dog to rush into things without thinking."

"What are you talking about?" Patroklos asked, begrudgingly taking Z.W.E.I.'s hand.

"Walk like this," Z.W.E.I. suggested, sliding one foot forward, and then the other.

Patroklos frowned, unsure.

Parkas/Big Jackets

Z.W.E.I. removed his jacket, opting to hang it on a low tree branch.

Viola gingerly fingered the cloth. "It's soaked."

"Yeah. I'll have to let it dry off before we can go any further," Z.W.E.I. reasoned.

Viola nodded in agreement.

Z.W.E.I. turned to look at Patroklos and smirked. "Hey now. You're gonna embarrass me if you keep staring like that."

Patroklos frowned, caught off guard. "I wasn't staring!"

"What caught your eye?" Z.W.E.I. asked, ignoring Patroklos. "My tattoo? My flawless body?"

Patroklos turned to Viola. "Let me know when your friend is done being an idiot."

Viola just shook her head.

Sledding

The trio looked down from their perch at the edge of the snow covered cliff in front of them. It stretched out to both sides, seemingly endless.

"How the hell are we supposed to get past this?" Patroklos whined.

Viola surveyed their surroundings. "It's going to take days to go around it…"

"We don't have to go around it," Z.W.E.I. said suddenly. "We can sled down!"

Patroklos frowned. "It's too steep to sled down, Z.W.E.I."

"Those are the words of a coward," Z.W.E.I. replied. "Now help me find some wood. I'll build a big sled-"

"Don't you think that'll take just as long as going around the cliff?!" Patroklos asked, beginning to believe he was the only one with any sense in the group.

Snow Angels

Z.W.E.I. smiled at the sight of the vast, untouched snow. "You know what snow like this is good for?" He asked Patroklos.

"… What?" Patroklos asked, hoping he wouldn't regret humoring the older man.

"Snow angels!" Z.W.E.I. turned and fell backwards into the snow, waving his arms and legs.

Patroklos turned to Viola. "Don't we have better things to do? Like look for my sister and the malfested who took her from me?"

Z.W.E.I. huffed. "Loosen up, Patroklos. You've been under the command of that bastard Graf Dumas for who knows how long—and I bet you didn't get to make very many snow angels in that time, right?"

Fireplace/Candles

Z.W.E.I. looked across the room to Patroklos, who was already in bed. "Should I blow out the candle?" Z.W.E.I. asked.

"Let it burn out," Patroklos mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.

"Scared of the dark?" Z.W.E.I. asked. Patroklos didn't respond.

"I know you didn't fall asleep that fast…" Z.W.E.I. continued, lowering his voice just in case Patroklos really had fallen asleep. The Athenian didn't enjoy having his sleep interrupted, especially when Z.W.E.I. was the one performing said interrupting.

Z.W.E.I. settled into his own bed, his gaze coming to rest on the still-burning candle. He supposed it did cast a nice glow on things…

Snowed In

"What do you mean we can't leave?" Patroklos hissed, his demeanor more menacing than the situation seemed to call for.

"You physically can't leave," the female innkeeper meekly explained. "The snow's packed too tightly around the doors and windows. No one can leave."

"She doesn't mean that as a challenge, Z.W.E.I," Viola warned the thoughtful man next to her.

Z.W.E.I. shrugged. "If we have to stay, then we have to stay."

A disturbed expression crossed Patroklos' face. "How can you say that? My sister is still out there! We can't afford anymore distractions!"

Z.W.E.I. placed a hand on the Athenian's shoulder. "Your sister made it this long. Who's to say she can't handle another day?"