Tony stared after the man for a moment, mouth half open like he had more words or questions to be asking, but he was off back to his car, his too friendly dog following without a need for command. The the snow was really coming down now.
So Tony did what he had to -- gave his car one last betrayed look, locked it with the press of a button and slipped and skidded after the other man, his shoes giving him zero traction in this sort of weather. But he made it to the truck without falling, and had the door closed behind him in record time -- seatbelt buckled and then he pressed his hands between his knees trying to get warm. "I know the B and B is closed," he said, picking up where they'd left off. "But is it -- functional?" Tony didn't know how long it hadn't been in use, whether or not it was current on it's bills or had power at all. "My uncle left it to me in his will," he said after a beat. "I figured I'd just stay there while I'm town sorting out the details."
It would be just his luck if the place didn't currently have power.