Miguel walked through the snow towards the bonfires with Harri perched on his shoulders, easily holding on to her while she tried to catch snowflakes. She was also telling him all the things he'd missed (from her point of view) while he'd been different ages, and answering all his questions very seriously.
His eyes still weren't up to wearing his contacts, so the darker-tinted sunglasses were firmly in place - sure, it was getting dark in the park but the bonfires were putting out serious amounts of both heat and light, and Miguel was not willing to risk his eyes getting even more shocked-up than they already were.
"What do you want to drink, mija?" he asked Harri, reaching up to steady her as she grabbed at a big clump of snow. She missed it, so she just grabbed his hand instead.
"Dunno, whatever," she replied, too caught up in explaining things and snow-catching to look at what drinks there were.
"Uh huh, so, quadruple espresso followed by sixteen beers?" Miguel offered, wondering how long it would take for her to catch on to what he was saying.
"NO! Gross, that's all horrible stuff, Popito! Beer smells!"
Not that long, apparently. "That's tru-SHOCK!" he blurted out as snow got shoved down his neck and his daughter started giggling. Within an instant, he'd lifted her off his shoulders, twisted her round and was now carrying her upside down in front of him, an arm wrapped round her waist while she continued to laugh.
"¡Chica mala!" he scolded her, although he was trying not to laugh as well, and started walking towards a snow drift as he tried to scoop the rapidly-melting snow out from under his collar.
Harri quickly picked up on Miguel's intentions. "Sorry! I'm sorry, Popito, don't! Sorry!" She couldn't stop laughing even as she apologized, but Miguel didn't take pity on her until he was standing right beside the snow drift. He flipped her round so she was the right way up again, and then set her on her feet beside him.