Sook looked at him with suspicion. Her pregnancy had sent her sense of taste and smell into an immense overdrive; she couldn't stand anything too sugary or anything that even had a hint of cheese in. She hated the smell of tulips and lilacs and Izzy's perfume. "You haven't showered today, Bohannon, don't lie," she said with a tiny smirk. "And you can get an apartment in the building or stay in a house with one of the families here, if you didn't wanna be alone."
She peered up at the roof and just raised her eyebrow, "That snow ain't gonna stop. It'll keep falling until it's waist deep and you're an icicle. And still haven't showered."