Moana knew of typhoons but their homes had kept out the water. Nothing like snow or hail had ever fallen from the sky. She turned her head back towards the window but had decided to take a seat on the floor so she could hold Itiiti easier.

"There are rain storms on my island sometimes. It's usually just through one part of the year though and it's never cold enough for ice balls." That's how she was referring to hail.

Her attention pulled from the window to Margaery. "I was at the river. Itiiti was very update." She looked down at the little piglet again. "What about you?"