Who: Robin and Gwen What: Hanging out When: Tuesday evening Warnings: Nope
Spending the last few days snowed in had definitely proved to be interesting. Robin found herself casually going around the prison, as if making sure that the ones that hadn't been stranded out in the storm would remain at least within the perimeter and, when she wasn't doing those rounds, then she was visiting Dean to make sure he was okay after his own ordeal out in the snow. She had been extremely worried about him, concerned that the poor guy would freeze to death, but thankfully he was safe and recuperating.
In between one of her rounds, she visited the kitchen and got two hot chocolates to take back with her to her cell. She would give Dean some space tonight, and well she couldn't remember the last time that she and Gwen had properly talked. What better time to catch up than during a snow storm? Robin found herself wanting to spike the drinks, but that would have to wait for some other time.
"Hey," she greeted once she reached their cell and offered the hot chocolate. "Nothing better for a cold day than hot chocolate from a packet, hm?"
Robin smiled and sat on her bed as she took a sip of her drink. It wasn't the real deal, but for what they were dealing with? It tasted glorious to her right now. "You know, days like these make me wish we could have a good fire going or something. Maybe it'd help people pretend they're in some ski lodge or something."
She herself didn't mind it. The howling wind, the sight of the snow falling - it was so incredibly familiar that for the millionth time she found herself remembering her childhood in Canada. It was one reason why it made it so easy to be walking around without too many layers of clothing; other than jeans and a simple long-sleeve shirt, she felt fine without a coat or thick sweater.