Torvallis! lifts their mug, "Ale works nicely for parched throats", Torvallis! sighs longingly, "And I don't have enough mana to burn all the snow away, nor enough ordinary fuel. But I dream of it. I dream of it daily. Imagine making a minisun and tossing it into the air, and watching the verdant days of summer come again, the warm light and the laughter of fauns around you.".
At this point, T! has a dopey smile on their face, and seems to be daydreaming.