Sharon gave a little laugh, imagining the pair of them rolling--tumbling, even--down a little hill, trying to share a trash can lid as a sled. Actually, it seemed a fairly attractive activity. It meant cuddling close and flying down the snow. Falling into a pile of giggles at the bottom.
She turned an almost conspiratory grin at him as he lifted his arm along the back of the sofa. "Do you want to? Because I hear there's snow around. We might just have to drive a little to find a patch."