Snow, she liked snow. The temperature did not bother her overly much, far less than it did Sam, even given the vast disparity in their sizes. And playing with her little golden bubble hovering in her hand was enough to draw her attention away that last little bit from the cold and the snow, and their too thin layers for the weather. Or of how warming charms would be lovely, like magical, invisible blankets wrapped around them by a loving mother.
Without the kiss on the cheek, but still lovely.
"Yes, dragons. Great big beasts who sometimes breathe fire out with their air, sometimes just smoke." She was sure that Muggles at least spoke of them in old fairy tales. Those odd little children's stories that rarely made sense and often ended rather gruesomely. "You would not have met those, I do not believe, not even if they exist in your world. We shield them from discovery by the Muggles, magically hide them from sight and perception."