Between the two of them it is shaping up to be at least a reasonable snowman, although possibly mistaken for one of the teen's designs instead of two grown men. But neither of them had much artistic vision anyway. If Desmond thought there would ever be a time when he was making snowmen with Ezio or eating lunches with Altair, he'd think he'd truly lost his mind entirely. But this was just life for him now, somehow. It wasn't that terrible.

"Yeah, I actually have no idea what the climate here is, but it seems like a four seasons kind of place." Whatever that meant. "It sometimes snowed like this in New York, and that's a big city so it always ended up in these gross dirt and slush piles on the street." Desmond smiles though, at the memory. He really loved his time there. "But when it was falling, it was pretty."