[What happens when you put together two people whining about the cold?
...... I'm not sure, actually, let's see. Because Stiles is in a similar predicament, mostly stuck indoors as he complains about the cold -- why does it always have to be cold, seriously? Why can't they have a nice, snowless Christmas, how about that. That'd be great.]
Ugh, this is the worst. [He says, trudging through the snow, because apparently, he still can't resist actually trying to know where everything is, like this.]