If there was one thing Gry had missed from living in Southern California from the age of 13, it’d been snow. And it was clear Alfred knew that- Gry letting out happy laughter as she went out into it as soon as she could, starting to roll the snow into spherical shapes. It wasn’t long before she had a whole snowman army- but by then she was still shivering, because she’d adapted to the heat of so-cal... And thus had lost her adaptations to cold environments. It still bit her, even through the thick layers of clothes she had on. “Fan...” She muttered. Hating that she had to go inside- and bumping into someone as she did so. “Oh. Sorry.”

Luise blinked and looked at the Russian in surprise, her mind blanking for a moment. Russia couldn’t breathe? Was she supposed to do something about that? “Ahh…” she shook her head. What a thought to have! She looked Anya in the eyes. “What kind of ‘can’t breathe’?” she asked her. “Is it hard to take deep breaths, or hard to take any breaths?”

     “I’ve been here too long to deal with this kind of nonsense anymore.”

❝ Wanna cook with me? ❞

“I got a package sent to my house, but it has your name on it. I don;t know how such a mistake can happen, but I decided to bring it over to you”

[[ i am not sure why my askbox wasn’t working at the time tho :o sorry bout that- and for this being like a million years later orz ]]

Luise frowned contemplatively, looking at Anya’s stomach, and then back up at the other woman. “Neither have I.” She tilted her head, considering. “What are you going to do? Does the father know?”