Icicle Inn, Icicle, Gaia, Monday Late Night/Tuesday Early Morning

[flowering_mind]

It was snowing. Again.

The locals had assured her that it would stop soon, once the temperature dropped further. Ino had smiled, thanked them, and as soon as she'd gotten away from them had thrown an entirely silent temper tantrum.

Ino was not built for cold weather and Icicle had nothing but cold weather and she'd been here for weeks already,

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[furnaceface]

Jono's phone was ringing. It was stupidly late at night, and Jono's phone was ringing.

... Wasn't it fortunate that Jono was an insomniac? He'd been downstairs on the sofa with a fortunately-less-sick cat in his lap, reading, when the call came in, and answering was just a matter of flipping from his e-reader app (shut up, he sometimes actually used things with e- at the start of the name) over to answer the call.

//Ah... Ino?//

Even odds something was on fire that shouldn't be, or the multiverse had them in mismatched timezones. Jono was going to be wary until he knew which was which.

[flowering_mind]

No, no their timezones matched up perfectly well.

"I'm freezing to death, bored, and you said I could call any time!"

Hi, Jono! Ino was still bad at hellos.

Also that maybe came out a bit defensive. He sounded wary.

[furnaceface]

Well, at least the wariness in his reply was giving way to relief? That was good, right?

//I did say that,// he agreed. //And I stand by it. For a moment I was just worried that something was serious. Er. Immediately serious. You are using hyperbole when you say you're freezing to death, right?//

Because imminent death was still serious.

[flowering_mind]

"I," she said dramatically, "am a delicate, tropical, hot-house flower."

A beat.

"My boss has me working out of a place called Icicle. I haven't been truly warm for weeks."

So she was probably not really dying. She just felt like she was going to.