Who Needs a Dream? Who Needs Ambition?

"Oh, don't say that— if you're certain that I'll hate it, I'm sure that every last cell in my body will stubbornly try to love the snow just as much as you do." Sookie tilted her head for a moment, tapping her cheek with a finger. "You know, I've only seen real snow once in my life, about four years ago. There was this big cyclone that made its way on down to Texas and Louisiana, and we almost never get snow there at all, so it was amazin' to wake up on Christmas Eve to white blanketin' everything in sight."

She laughed, remembering how Jason had gotten so excited at the sight, only then growing irritated when he realized that driving was quite a bit of a chore once the powder was all packed down. Life before the vampires came out of the coffin was hard to remember, at times, but she knew that it had all been extremely calm.

Part of Sookie missed that.

"So I'm sure that a couple of months of snow won't bother me, as long as the clothes box gives me enough to bundle up."

But her expression grew sober as Anatoly mentioned one of his friends, the same one he'd danced with at the Enchantment gathering. "Yeah, I was— I was caught up in that. I'm real sorry to hear that Cassie was, too. I still don't really know what to make of it, even now."