Reynard stares at her with hard eyes for the longest moment. There are words on the tip of his tongue, things itching to be said, but instead he stays quiet until he tilts his chin up. Suddenly the grim expression becomes neutral, if still annoyed.

"You're missing the point. This is not about good memories or bad memories. This is about unique comparing with repetition. Strolling through the snow is nothing. The same as another year of strolling through the snow. An unexpected encounter in an unusual way is unique, different, memorable. I took the time and effort to make something memorable. I don't appreciate someone cheating their way out of it." He folds his arms again. "It's rude."