"Hmmmmm, right now yes," Yseult hums her partial agreement, "But imagine once we've been here for years. Sun like this almost every day. Warm all the time. We'll start taking it for granted. Become people who think the few weeks of winter here are too hard and cold."

She leaves off petting Rosana and instead sneaks her hand up under the hem of his shirt, tickling at his abdomen like the icy fingers of a winter wind.