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Zack Fair (herosheart) wrote in silverage,

Zack had been out finishing one of the odd jobs he'd told Cloud about the other day, this time more a kind gesture than a an actual paying endeavor. One of the elderly widows he'd helped move into a new townhouse last week walked with a cane and couldn't clear her own steps, so he'd volunteered to clear them for her. He'd tried to insist that she let him do it for free (he felt weird, charging a nice old lady for the simple ability to get out of her house if she needed to), but she'd had none of it and insisted on not only treating him to a warm, homemade lunch, but given him a few dollars for his trouble as well and insisted he go buy himself a nice, warm coat instead of the light jacket he was wearing. Zack chose not to argue the point; there was no way he could explain to her that the cold didn't bother him because his basic cellular structure had been tinkered with by a mad scientist.

He was on his way back to the Welcome Center when he spotted a young woman taking advantage of the unseasonable weather to have a little fun building a snowman. Zack grinned and shook his head in wonder. Snowmen were a foreign concept to him, since he'd grown up in the jungle, and his years in cooler climates hadn't really leant themselves to goofing off in the snow.

"Having fun?" he asked.