offthebeatenpath

The start of a smile she'd had for Jag as she walked up turned wry at the question. "It was all right. I'll be glad when the weather warms up, though. More people will be willing to hang around long enough for me to do my thing." A few people who stopped made the leap to realizing she was sitting outside a lot longer than them, though. It hadn't been this cold in Rome, and at Muir, she'd spent less time outside in winter. Well, except when her I-sleep-with-an-icicle teacher wanted to meet there.

"Hope yours was good."