Georgie sighed. "Even in the shittest houses in Britain there's like a boiler that's connected to a bunch of heaters, right, so it's basically never cold so long as your boiler's alright and you've paid the water bill. Carpets help. A lot of them also used to have fireplaces but are either covered or transformed into those fake ones." She didn't know why she was telling them this, but right now with all this cold, considering she had never been cold at home in her life, maybe it was homesickness.
She listened to Cecilia and laughed, imagining the whole house encased in ice. "Let's not give them ideas, yeah? One day we'll wake up and the bloody house is a giant ice manor. And cheers for clarifying. Do they not do that down under on the other end of the globe then?"
As asked by Gemma, Georgie walked closer to the fireplace and sat down, letting out a sigh of satisfaction as she untied her boots. "Apologies here but screw boots right now. These don't keep your feet warm even if they were warm to begin with so might as well give my heels a break."