(Childhood friend squad as teens on frigid winters)
Ingrid: We are not going outside tomorrow morning. Forecast calls for below zero wind chill.
Felix: I'll be in the armory.
Sylvain: I'll be...not out in it. Cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey.
Dimitri: Stick a hot water bottle in your pants, I've done it.
Felix: What the hell.
Sylvain: He's gotta make sure to NOT lose those for the sake of the royal bloodline.
Ingrid: You guys are gross.