"There's nothing wrong with death. Everything dies, eventually." Betty said nonchalantly. "Fact of life. Winter kills the flowers of summer."
Then the matter of the snow. Betty wasn't sure how to explain it other than she liked it. Why people always wanted complicated answers to very simple questions, she didn't know. Unless maybe he wanted her to play in the snow with him, which would be an odd thing to ask someone you'd just met, so maybe he was feeling her out.
Either way, Betty shrugged and nodded. "I just like it. It's beautiful."