The scent of freshly baked bread and pastries filled the cozy bakery. Through the front window, a light snow fell outside. "It's so pretty, isn't it?" "Mmm, yes, but I wish I could just stay inside here all day instead of venturing out into that cold." "Well, we have to close up soon anyway. Guess I'll have to step out into the tundra." Light, playful sarcasm. "Don't be such a wimp. Here, have you tried the gingerbread cookies yet? They're delicious. Ginger is so warming on a day like this." "Do you really think a little cookie is going to warm me from the inside out? I'm going to need a general snuggie and hot toddies to survive." "Oh hush, you. Where's your sense of adventure for the elements? You used to love throwing snowballs as a kid." "Yeah well, I'm an adult now and I need to get to my car. Farewell snow illusions, hello mug of hot chocolate at home in front of the fire." They bundled up, grabbed the day's baked goods to bring home, and stepped into the winter wonderland, snow crunching beneath their boots as they trudged to the parking lot, warm hearts from laughter and friendship.