The cold never bothered me anyway
*staring at my two children, aged 2 and 4, standing buck naked in the kitchen. It's chilly. There's five inches of snow piled up outside and the wind is howling around the house.*
Me, sensibly sheltered in fuzzy pajamas and fuzzy bathrobe: "How are you not cold?"
Charlotte: "Magic."
Me: "Hm. What kind of magic?"
Charlotte: "Not-cold magic."
Me *shrug*: "Fair enough."
My two fairy children scamper off giggling. They'll need to clothe themselves in well-woven, thoroughly non-magical garments made by the slave-elves of Carters pretty soon. For the moment, long live magic.
Me, sensibly sheltered in fuzzy pajamas and fuzzy bathrobe: "How are you not cold?"
Charlotte: "Magic."
Me: "Hm. What kind of magic?"
Charlotte: "Not-cold magic."
Me *shrug*: "Fair enough."
My two fairy children scamper off giggling. They'll need to clothe themselves in well-woven, thoroughly non-magical garments made by the slave-elves of Carters pretty soon. For the moment, long live magic.