Hmm. That'd be... definitely something magical. I don't think the seasons work that way.

[He sniffs and wipes his nose on his sleeve. The slight chill in the air is making his nose run. He seems to contemplate moving closer. He's in a surly, solitary sort of mood which is uncommon for him but makes him unsure of being around other people.

But he's also pretty cold. So he relents and scoots closer.]

S-sorry. I didn't mean to be weird about it. I'm just a little bit... in a mood.