Marco sighed. He'd been hoping that maybe Oliver could be tricked into the sledding thing, but it wasn't looking that way. "I guess," he said with a shrug, though the idea of making a wreath piqued his interests again. "You know what would cheer me?" he asked, less than subtly pointing towards Oliver's window. "I mean, decorations are great and all, but... Oliver, there's snow." This time he didn't even try for subtlety as he held both arms up towards the window. He wasn't as antsy about going outside as he had been the day before, but he was getting there.