Lisa Snart & Sam Winchester
"Fortune favors the prepared," Lisa replied smoothly, unable to keep from briefly smirking. It was valid even in a situation concerning a mere hand fan. Not that Lisa ever needed one of those; her body temperature remained neutral pretty much and she was grateful for that.
"Slushy snow is gross," Lisa agreed, shaking her head. "It wrecks a good pair of boots too. Not like I might not be sacrificing a good pair to chat you you, Sam Winchester." Not that she minded.