Oh, he definitely is about to protest, his objection hanging on the tip of his tongue even as she pulls out another scarf. But the one she gave him is wonderfully cozy, and it would be disrespectful to his own two hands for him to deny them the warmth. "Thanks," he says simply. She seems like the type to insist no matter what he'd say anyways. "Snow sucks like that." It rudely invites itself inside through any means possible. It'll sneak under window cracks and bustle in hurriedly through open doors. It only takes one person to walk into the cafe for the entirety of it to drop twenty degrees for several minutes. "Hopefully it'll calm down soon. You could escape to your house and hibernate for a week."