[Ichabod emerged from the kitchen and with him he had two cups of something warm. Hot chocolate. He managed to translate the directions with the dictionary to make it and the use of the stove was a bit tricky considering that he had to use the fireplace for the kettle.]

I hope so.

[His voice was soft and held concern. He handed her the cup and sat with her across to look out the window. His many layers kept his warm and the warm clothes he found in the apartment certainly wasn't unwelcome.]

This weather....lends not to travel. Thankfully I managed to prepare the deer just in time.