[She presses her lips together for a moment, sorely resisting the urge to giggle. Regardless of just why he's out here looking like this, he is... incredibly cute. Jane sinks her feet carefully into the deeper snow as she approaches where he is, and she crouches down a little when she's close enough to him.]
Now, why would I do that?
[Because he hates being laughed at - she knows he hates being laughed at - so despite the terrible need she has to do just that, she manages to avoid it.]
You must be freezing. What are you doing out here like this?
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Now, why would I do that?
[Because he hates being laughed at - she knows he hates being laughed at - so despite the terrible need she has to do just that, she manages to avoid it.]
You must be freezing. What are you doing out here like this?