Rinoa loved the snow. It reminded her of hot drinks and slipping around and pretending everything was okay for a little while. She didn't often get this much of it, and it was warm out when she was taken from her world, but she was adjusting. The biggest adjustment was wearing coats and making sure everything was covered. She was used to wearing gloves now because of her peakitten, but still. Brrrr!

She was walking around minding her own business when she got pelted by a snowball. She gasped and looked around to see who did it. Definitely not Squall, she could never imagine him playing this much, but she had other friends who would make mischief. Instead she peered and spotted .... "President Loire?" Rinoa was clearly surprised, putting her hands on her hips. She didn't know him that well, but after a few moments she laughed. He was so intimidating back when things were going so wrong in her life, but if he threw snowballs? Maybe he wasn't that scary. "What are you, ten years old?" She teased.