"Your mother sounds like a smart lady." Molly mused with a smile, that widened faintly when he spotted Frumpkin appear in Caleb's lap. "Hullo there ser Frumpkin."

Sitting back, he pondered his options, before snapping his fingers with a chuckle. "The first heavy snowfall I saw. Like I said we were travelling and we moved to colder climates. It dumped snow on us overnight and I absolutely refused to touch so much as the tip of a hoof in the snow. Yasha probably should've just pitched me into a snowbank but she let me ride piggyback for a couple days until I decided the white stuff wasn't going to swallow me up or something."

The tiefling's grin scrawled light and easy. "I mean I spent most of the time braiding her hair every which way I could think of so it wasn't a total waste."