If anything, her scarf will probably end up around his head rather than both of their necks, but for now, around their necks it is. If he gets too cold, she might have to root around for some hats in the Inn storage supply. Or if she gets too cold.

"No, it really doesn't. I think Wanda said there was snow last year, so I guess we should expect something similar this year."

A shiver courses violently down her spine and she curls up further into the blanket. With the temperature so cold, she decides to give up on propriety and whatever else. Wrapping the blanket more fully around herself, with her legs curled up under her, she tucks herself up against Jean-Luc, her head resting on his shoulder. Her heart beats wildly in her chest, but she does her best to ignore it. They are friends, best friends, who are desperately cold. Nothing more.

It's fine.