That's a common one everywhere, I should think. And a good one. I'll toast to that! [ He raises his cup again and drinks again, nearly draining the cup already. It's been a long day. ]

We have a winter festival. I loved to sneak away and melt into the crowds. There's something so much better about a hot, spiced drink on a cold day, bundled up in scarf and coat, listening to all the artisans selling their wares. There are similar events in Thorne, of course, but--

Well, I don't have to tell you it's never the same.

[ Even less considering Claude is in the Cities. Rhy honestly has no idea if they have winter there. He's literally never seen a desert. ]