He snorts, an apt descriptor really. And okay, maybe because the Netflix thing was a little funny.

"Hunting, gardening, raising animals." He points to Bruno before glancing out the window briefly. There's a lot more to do now, fun wise, with the blizzard raging. "Snowmen, tobogganing, igloos, ice fishing. Pick your poison."

There's another long sip as he considers, then: "Or you could stay inside and troll people on the network." Not that he'd ever do such a thing, mind.