[Don't get too excited, she goes back to holding his arm once they're outside. Which is still a Display that is Public, but it's less gooey. Or more gooey? Whatever, the point is that she prefers it as far as public touching goes.]

Oh my god, you don't know how to sled, what kind of suburbanite are you. [These important survival skills! She turns them around to go back """home,""" the house that they've temporarily acquired; she still wants lunch, but cuddling up with sandwiches sounds more appealing than paying for weird, overpriced Earth food.]

Well, anyway. Lucky for you, we have the essentials at the house. Cups and hot chocolate mix.