The cold wasn't so bad. Buffy just opted to take the journey at an all out run, but taking the right routes that avoided the wind made all the difference. Keeping warm thanks to the movement, her hair hadn't even frosted over by the time she made it to Sirius' building. It was kind of spooky with the city being so deserted, but she'd been in a ghost town before. Sure, that was when the First was making everyone miserable and driving the normal folk out, but still. At least the snow made it look pretty and peaceful!
Shaking off any collected snow from her coat, she made sure her bag was still snow free as well. Everything looked in order there: stakes, daggers, pretzels, cocoa and a bag of small marshmallows too. Perfect! From there it was an easy journey up the steps to Sirius place, where the door conveniently unlocked itself. Or maybe that was a magic thing. Willow could do stuff like that so... okay, magic thing.
Stepping in, Buffy took in the sight of Sirius crashed on the couch, practically white-knuckled grip on the bottle he was holding, and bottles elsewhere. It painted a pretty clear picture, but everyone dealt with loss differently. She got violent and slayed things, others got drunk. She'd tried that and decided the stuff just tasted too awful to bother with ever again. Spike could do all the drinking for the both of them. Cas too, since he seemed to be the drinking type, thankfully milder than Spike though.
"I come bearing treats of the tasty variety," she offered in a friendly tone, setting her bag down and taking out the big pretzels, cocoa, and all the ingredients required—including a small flask of skim milk in case Sirius didn't have any. You couldn't just make cocoa with water! It was totally best with milk. But the cocoa could wait a bit. Instead, she took up the bag, opening it along the way as she settled herself down on the couch as well.
"Trade?" She took out a pretzel and offered it in exchange for the bottle. "You can always revisit it later."