She laughs a bit at the mental image of Garrot just flopping into the snow like a kid into a pile of leaves. Knowing him, he's probably done that too.

"Ooh, a personal jacuzzi, aren't we fancy," she says dryly, and chomps down on another onion ring. She sets it down when he mentions the lights, though.

"The lights... are they as impressive as I've been told, or more of a let down? Like seeing a famous painting in a museum but it's actually the size of a notebook?"