honey pot

brad’s brows rose before he chuckled again. “okay, that was adorable.” he admitted before looking around, a twinge of confusion taking over his features afterward. “wait, are you out here on your own? have you eaten?”

Laughing out loud, he then looked at them and frowned when he realized that they were serious. “God, where am I?” he groaned.

“Is that so? Sorry I can’t be of more help, then.” He chuckles, nodding his head slightly. He wondered if it’d be rude to point out the redundancy of their name— it was probably best if he kept his mouth shut. “Teddiursa? That’s quite a name you have. Nice to meet you, though.” 

“Please.” Jane nodded a few times, quickly.

“It’s a controlled cold, enough to keep the ice frozen.” He replied with a small chuckle. “Er- skating is when you skate on the ice. That’s probably not helpful is it? You wear boots with blades on the bottom that let you move around the ice, like these.” He pointed to the black ones on his feet. 

“Guess I better keep looking then.”

“Guess I better keep looking then.”

“No,” She whispered quietly, “No, I’m not hurt. I’m just… y’know. Struggling.” She admitted, though she hated to do it.