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And here we have the Washicus pilotica in its natural habitat, carrying on an animated, one-sided conversation with Bar.

Don't bother eavesdropping. It's in Chinese.

So is the gift list he's holding.

He's so not above using his linguistic skills in an underhanded way when he has to.

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Ducky beams in a dinosaurish way and jumps onto the proffered hand.

"We have playeded lots of games most of the time," she informs him. "The Great Valley is warm."

This said with a touch of disapproval. Scotland is possibly not ideal climate for her.

It's not the ideal climate for Wash, either. He understands, and wrinkles his nose a little.

"I don't like the cold that much, either," he confides as he sets her on the Bar. "Unless it's snowing. Everything between me and the lack of climate control gets forgiven if snow's involved."

"What is snow?"

She is a deprived child.

Wash's eyes widen in clear shock. It's only half-exaggerated.

"You mean to tell me you've never seen snow."

Maybe it's not that big a surprise; tropical climate, and all. But still, he ain't gonna argue with the "deprived" bit.

"No. I do not know what it is."

Ducky pauses, following a train of Logic. "Is it cold?"

Her tone is plainly doubtful.

"It's very cold," he says. "But it's fun cold. It's -- you know what rain is, right? It's what happens when rain freezes. Here, look at this."

He puts a hand on the Bar, next to Ducky.

"Bar? Can you give me a snowball? A real one, I mean."

And lo and behold, there is a nicely-packed snowball.

"That's what happens when you get a big handful of snow and sort of roll it together," he explains.

Ducky makes the o_0 face.

Then she pokes it. "Cold..."

An experimental handful is scooped out of the snowball, and held cupped in two tiny 'hands'.

Hee!

Awww. As if Wash wasn't perilously close to dead of cute already.

"Yeah," he agrees, grinning, and digs a tiny bit of snow out of the snowball himself. "People play games with it. You make a whole bunch of these and throw them at each other -- it doesn't hurt," he hastens to add. "Not if you do it right."

Ducky pokes her handful again.

"No, I see. It is squishy."

Also cold. She sticks the icy fingertip into her mouth briefly to warm it up again.

The glob of snow Wash picked up has completely melted by now, and he rubs his hand on the hem of his shirt to clear the water.

"Careful you don't hold it for too long. It might hurt."

"Why?"

Frostbite has never been much of a problem for Ducky.

"Because it'll make your skin too cold, and that might not really be too great for you."

Especially if you're cold-blooded.

"Okay."

Carefully, the little dino returns the half-melted snow back to the ball from whence it came.

Her little 'feet' patter in the wet slush surrounding it.

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