"Everdale is nearly to the point of becoming an arctic wonderland," joked Arthur as he lifted his glass to his lips. Another sip did well enough to make him forget about the cold weather, although it brushed in with every opening of the door.
There was a fireplace not far from their table, which was bright with life and warmth that filled the room. It was a good distraction from every brief moment of winter as someone entered, and kept Arthur grounded as to why this meeting was being held from the beginning. "I'm well, thank you. I'm glad we could get together. There was something I wanted to ask you."