Sunny had spent the first nine years of her life in New York City, but she'd long since lost her ability to cold for long periods of time. London thought it got cold in the winter, but she knew that city wouldn't know winter until it bit them in the butt. And Nigeria... well. In Igboland there was only hot and wet and hot and less wet.

So right now she was trying to get some warmth back into her with a cup of coffee, considering if she wanted to get into the snowball fight or possibly find another game to play before she had to retreat again.

And there had to be something she could cast on herself to keep herself properly warm. Though for now whenever her knife flashed out it was to divert a snowball away from accidentally, or purposefully, hitting Pike.