Winter here seems to mostly be gray, but I did arrive at the beginning of January, basically, so that's like arriving when even winter is over herself.

[ It's probably true she needs to live a little. It's not like she went into cold storage after Bruce tackled Harlem like it was a quarterback instead of a large neighborhood in New York City, but...it's possible she was in a rut? ]

I'll bake you a cake. The oven on will help me stay warm, and the cake probably won't be terrible even if I'm pretty sure the flour we have right now is made out of something like barley.