[That laugh is very strange — certainly not unpleasant, but oddly ethereal, in a way. Elle thinks to herself that he’d make a great byronic hero in an old novel, someone dark and brooding. Even if she isn’t sure if that’s what this man is actually like.

A fan of crows, though, he certainly was.

She blinks as several immediately fly down and land a few feet away from the both of them. She’s torn between being surprised and slightly offended by his words.]

So, you came all the way out here just to feed the crows?

[But… she wanted to do that. Frowning, she decides to follow suit, setting her own cake down, and whispering at the large crows before her, Hey, try mine instead.]

Also- [She adds, after doing so,] -if you think I’m going to freeze to death in five minutes flat, you’re wrong. I’m from Colorado, you know. I’ve been through much worse than this. [Just… not dressed like this.]