Wouldn't surprise me if we had blisterin' sunshine tomorrow, the way the weather's goin'... [He takes off his shoes on the way in before he trails melting snow across the house, then follows her inside, looking around. No surprise she hasn't had a chance to finish up the house yet, but he's relieved to see she's living in relative comfort, all the same.]

--'Ey, me an' Del used to make those when we were younger! [Basilio says, tail wagging a little in recognition when he spots the blanket fort. Though in their case, calling it a fort might have been a little generous, when it was more built from the scraps and rags they could scrounge up. He feels like he's a little too big to squeeze in there with her and would take up way too much room, so he settles for a chair closest to the fire.] Felt like a right proper den, when we managed a good 'un.