Has it been mentioned that it's really cold where we're at? Because it's really cold where we're at. And as could be expected, I narrow my eyes a long moment Tony's way before complying, shaking the Snuggie off my shoulders before thrusting both his way. Tony is probably going to do something genius and/or well-meaning with them, but even if he isn't, I really don't know if I have the energy or inclination to argue the point.

I push myself back to my socked feet, scuffing my hands over my upper arms as I peer around, my Google Maps pathway still cheerfully glowing off into the distance.

"This is going to suck." Just in case that escaped anyone.