"Why we here again?"

Lavana stomped her feet in the snow a few times before opening her mouth. "Ice s-s-said he had a t-tip to give us," she grumbled with chattering teeth. "Don't know why it had to be h-h-here, though. C-can't we at least meet him inside?"

"I not going in there," Heath said indignantly, glancing at the castle looming above them. "Will be more colder!"

"You kidding? It's always w-warmer indoors." She took a step forward before Heath reached out to grab her arm.

"Castle is made of stone and ice," he stated, visibly irritated. "And no lights. Trust me, will be very colder than here is."

"How d'you know that?" Lavana huffed, raising an eyebrow.

"Research."

"Huh. I d-didn't know y-you could read."

Heath frowned, about to speak before an especially cold gust of wind hit them. Lavana yelped, cursing and throwing herself into Heath to steal his body heat. "Why you is wearing cropped top and short skirt to cold place, anyway?"

"Y-your're one to t-t-talk, m-m-mister shirtless," she hissed. "Aren't YOU cold?"

"Of course I is cold!"

"B-but you're not sh-shivering."

"I do not shiver."

"W-well aren't you special."