Mala snuggled the elf she was somehow able to carry in her arms with no trouble like he was a puppy, striding down the hill in a long skirt and a top that barely covered enough of her front to be acceptable, unaffected by the cold. "Oh, that won't bother me at all, but you're free to go without. Like I said earlier, I need to resubscribe to the Brew of the Month Club, but there are always some nice snacks this time of year. Maybe we can put together a little picnic and sit on the snow, watching all the dwarves and ogres in their antics."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>