"Who likes cold weather?" Jan asks. It's a knee-jerk reaction paired with a wrinkle of her nose, an expression that softens just as quickly as it appeared.

"I mean, I like cold weather. Sometimes. If there's cozy houses and fireplaces and sweaters and hot cocoa and you don't have to go trudging through slush to find the perfect gift for someone who's barely going to notice..."

Okay, tangent.

"But taking away my beach for that? Nuh uh."