At the question of snow, Nikolas' gaze shifted to the sky almost automatically. It was true - the heavy, gray-white clouds and the crispness of the air did seem to hint at possible snowfall. The smell of wood burning slunk its way through the air, and combined with the idea of snowing made Nikolas realize just how close the holidays were now. His face brightened.
"Don't know, I hadn't heard anything," he said, glancing over at Lucy. She seemed pleased by the thought that it may snow a bit. "But now you mention it, it certainly does seem likely."
The Zonko's bag bumped against his leg as he walked, and Nikolas lifted it a bit higher. "What's in this one, anyway?"