Buffy couldn't believe how excited Dean was at the sight of a little snow. She let out a light laugh, "We can go play," she said, not exactly sure what he meant by that, but whatever. She was all for whatever he had in mind. Plus, she had really only seen snow once, and she was pretty sure it was some freak occurrence to keep a certain vampire from killing himself.
So, to see it now and to have someone to share it with was pretty amazing. She let him pull her out of the bar. The temperature had dropped considerably. And because she wanted to look oh-so-adorable, she neglected to bring much of a coat. Thankfully, the drinks she consumed were doing their part to keep her as warm as possible.
"Yeah, there's a nice little park up a block or two," she told him, linking her arm with his and shivering against him slightly. "I hope this rolling around consists of you keeping me warm, too," she said, arching a mischievous brow up at him.