Wolfgang has a mulled wine; they're taking it easy on the booze lately, and also, it's hot. They're dressed appropriately this time, wearing a heavy camel-coloured long coat over a sweater over a shirt over another shirt, plus a scarf and thick socks. They took the gloves off indoors, at least. Wolfgang's clothes are looking better these days — as word gets around about what they can do, people are coming in even out of the district, and though they still charge on a sliding scale in proportion to their own bleeding heart, they're no longer struggling. What that means is that they're able to spend money on "frivolities" like two-ply toilet paper and extra clothes.
They still look sick, though. They've been sick a lot, actually, though they usually blame it on the weather.
“I can't believe you almost get me to go out in ice. Who does this? Northerners are crazy.” Wolfgang's English is significantly improved in terms of grammar when they text, but their texts come a little delayed; it's probably because when they write they have more time to think about what they're going to say and translate it in their head before it comes out. Wolfgang takes a drink, then makes a face, looking down into the glass — they let it get lukewarm.
“It snows in Jerusalem every other year, but it doesn't last.”