Standing next to the spirit causing the ice and snow is going to make warming up a very difficult endeavour indeed.

He touches his hat and bends at the waist. "Reynard North. A pleasure." Really, it is. With all the modern medicines back in his world it's much rarer these days to meet a twenty-something year old struggling so much in the cold. Do excuse the twinkle of fascination in his eyes.

"I've never been to Brooklyn. Could you make snowmen there?"