[A pause as she turns the gear to the window, showing the snow outside. It's not a full blown blizzard, but...] Nothing, but you call that a little snow? Seems like a lot more than a little from where I'm standing.

[Sure, she grew up on the coast with controlled coastal storms, but this is her third winter. Even she knows that's not "just a little snow".

And she wouldn't have taken him up on that invite anyway. She never sits for a meal these days.]

I'll have my Arcanine with me. [and her gear to call Hope if worse come to wear...she's not a child, Cecil. She knows what she's doing.]