There were few things on earth that Conor could honestly say that he loved. The Ice Garden was at the top of that very short list, and as a result, he spent almost all of his time there. Once he'd sussed out that being in Louisiana was not likely to agree with him, he'd made haste to his garden and pretty much stayed there. His wagon was enchanted to be permanently cool enough for him, but there was so much more space in the garden to flex his powers.
He knew there wouldn't be any guests coming for quite some time yet, so he was mostly entertaining himself by crafting exquisite shapes out of ice, admiring them, and then shattering them on the ground. It was something he fell back on when he couldn't think of anything else to do, and every once in a while, one that he was particularly fond of would get displayed somewhere in the garden. This was his own little quiet corner of the world, and he loved it.