[How endearingly moe of you, Ilyana.

Oh, the snow thing? He got a little distracted by the conversation and prospect of donuts, admittedly.]

Well... Cilan's into a lot of things, you should ask him! There's those subway conventions he goes to— the guy's big on trains— loves movies too, dunno if your world has the same movies, though... fishing? Maybe you could get him some fancy lure—

[Pansear hops down and runs quickly, but lightly, over to where Ilyana is, looking worried.] Pan...!

........ y'know, I can't feel my hands anymore. Or my neck.