While Soren was recovering the grounds, Toki pulled his coat back on, wrapping the scarf around his neck. He tugged his hat back on and looked at his hands. Every winter, he bordered on the ridiculous and put his hands in peril by packing snow with his bare hands. He did it that way as a kid, he didn't mind doing it now.
He bounced a little when he was handed the baggie. "Dat's gunna works. We might needs other colors but I can figures dat out after."