Migle is my new favorite person to work with. I do not, nor do I claim to, own the rights to CBS's kid nation.
Sophia looks out the window, transfixed.
"What's wrong?" Migle asks brightly.
"Nothing, I've just...Migle, this is the first time I've seen snow in ten years."
Migle turned and stared at Sophia, shocked. "Are you serious?" Sophia nodded, and Migle noted the tension around her mouth. She smiled. "Come on."
Migle grabbed Sophia's hand and led her out the door. She let go and spun, her blonde hair swirling out, her jacket undone in front. Sophia stared. "Migle? What are you doing?" she asked quietly, knowingly. "I've got food...in the..." She trailed off.
Migle stopped and studied Sophia's profile, deciding she was wrong about her before. "Soph...you haven't seen snow in ten years. Dinner can wait." And with that, she grabbed Sophia's arm and pulled them both onto the pleasantly, painfully freezing blanket of snow.