Up in the mountains.
Roasting marshmellows on a cold winter's night admist all the sparkling snow? Recipe for romance!
'Remember that time when we were in Alaska and we went ice fishing?' Granger asked.
'You mean that time when I almost had to defrost your butt because you were too stubborn to move until you caught a fish? Oooh yeah! That was quite the time. If I remember right, all that money that was stolen was literally hidden in an icicle!' Hetty responded.
'Who would've have thunk that thieves were not only ridiculous enough to hide the money in literal ice, but also not know how to break it open!'
'Took almost 2 days to melt it all down. Needless to say, telling that prime minister that he had wet money and why was quite amusing!'
Both of them snickered.
'Your marshmellow is looking a bit crispy there.' Hetty pointed out.
'I like it that way. Yours might be looking a bit burnt there.' Granger replied.
'Not at all! If anything, it looks a bit dry in parts.'