[She followed his gaze, taking note of their clasped hands. Her fingers' complexion nearly matched his.]

I think so too. [Slipping out of his hold, she wiggled her fingers for a moment and murmured 'sevolg', summoning a pair of relatively thin, but still warm, black gloves. The snow had only just barely begun to glisten by the time she reestablished the connection.] We should probably figure out a better way to do this sometime. Fun as it is to sit in the cold with you, it'd be nice if we could actually have some real fun. Like during your snow day.

[Because, unlike some, that was actually a good memory for her.]