Ian listened. What sorts of things do you like to do when you're by the fire. I like to read. He indicated the book that was set before him. He was trying to get better at potions. He really was rubbish with that sort of thing. It might explain why he wasn't exactly a master baker either.

He looked back up at the snow and unconsciously pulled his robe closer to him, though he wasn't really any colder. Think we might ought to let someone know it's snowing in the castle?