"I'll take that as a yes," Oliver chuckled, running his hand through his hair as he watched Marco's glee, then lightly tapped a knuckle his against the desk. "Hey, don't get any of that on yet. Lunch first. You'll stay warmer for longer with your belly full of hot food. The half hour won't start 'til we're out there, and that snow won't be goin' anywhere for a good, long while."