"Yeah, figures this would be right up your alley. The Edwin Mercier equivalent to a romantic walk in the park, right?" Oliver replied fondly, carefully closing the door behind them and glancing around at the icy road in front of them. He kept a grip on Edwin and stepped carefully, listening to the ground crunch under his heavy boots. He idly wondered if he shouldn't put salt down as they walked, but he doubted that there would be much more traffic to and from town other than them, and whenever Kai and Scotty decided to wander back up to the house again. Hopefully this would all be clear by morning.
"I've never heard of hail droppin' in winter. Or for this long," he admitted, shaking his head. "I didn't think hail storms lasted more than ten, fifteen minutes."