"It is cold out there," Ringo declared, apparently not at all embarrassed to state the super-obvious. At least it could get nice and toasty inside.

She was stripping out of her heavy (thought definitely not heavy enough) coat and gloves so she could sit way too close to the wood-burning stove and thaw out a little bit. She hummed happily, letting her eyes drift closed as feeling started to return to her fingers.