Lake felt the intrusion of cold air, peeking one eye open. They were in one of the older cabins in her company’s portfolio, so no heating other than the old wood burning stove, which was putting out a low consistent heat. But in the face of -20 F and wind outside, a warm bed and long underwear were a must. It didn’t surprise her that the Texan was having a hard time.
“I’m guessing the cold Montana winter finally got to you?” She scooted over to make space for him.
The Texan in question grumbled confirmation as he bundled into the bed, eyes bleary and, he could've sworn, starting to freeze shut. "'Fore I started Wardin' you couln' tell me there's different levels o' cold. Cold oughta be cold oughta be cold, none o' this 'freeze the plow to the mule' kinda freezing."
“There are many levels of cold, is this is far from the worst. We haven’t had to upgrade to a Canada Goose jacket yet. We wouldn’t have come out if it’d been that cold.” She let him bundle up. After a moment, she slid out of bed to feed the fire, hoping to gain a few more degrees of warmth.
After nearly staking word in the fire to keep it burning consistently for a few more hours, Lake crawled back into bed. In warm wool base layers, heavy socks, and a knit hat, she was doing ok. But she was used to it.
“Let’s hope the person Luccio sent you out after is just as cold.”
"Hope they're colder." Bill murmured in response, blankets tucked under his chin. Even the quick move from his holing up on the couch to the bed itself was enough to start him lightly shuddering. "It'd serve 'em right, havin' us trudge all the way out here just to thwart 'em." Azure eyes watched her as she made her way back to bed, one hand flicking the covers up just long enough for her to crawl back in. "We ever get to Goose Down you might's well put me outta my misery. Bad enough sleepin' in pants. 'F I gotta put a shirt on, too, I ain't gettin' a wink."
