Nigel hated winter. Other than it being socially acceptable to start fires for warmth. None of it was appealing to him. It was cold, he could not wear flip flops when he could and it was too cold to wear shorts. Oh, Winter. Snow was just cold also.

Uh, why are those two Professor so far apart from each other. Did something happen. Not like Nigel would ask anyway. None of his business. "Hello Professor Fuller and Thompson" Yeah not going to mistakenly try and call him Professor Facial Hair again. Nope.

Those blankets look way to comfortable for Nigel to stand around waiting for things to start. So down on a blanket he does.

Sweet Laziness.