Miki sits next to the stove with his feet up on the opposite chair and a book open in his hands. However, he's not looking down at the book, but out the window at the storm, his face pensive and a little bleak.

The door opens, letting in a blast of arctic air, and slams shut again against the wind, Serendipity leaning against it to make sure it stays that way. In his hand is a bowl heaped with snow. So's most of the rest of him, if less thoroughly.

Miki's gaze moves economically from the window to the door, and he regards Serendipity with very little change of expression. "Hello," he says gloomily.

Serendipity shakes off the snow, almost puppylike, and flashes Miki a bright grin, which fades a little as he takes in the other youth's mood. "....morning, gorgeous. 'swrong?"

Miki points accusingly at the freezing rain just outside the window. "That is wrong!" he says. "I am tired of all the cold, and if I go home, I may not be able to come back until it stops."

Serendipity quirks a wry half-smile, and nods. "Yeah, it sucks. But hey, you could just stay here with us. Mosta the town'd be more'n happy to help keep you warm," he remarks, with a quick wink, and then a shrug. "...I can't wait for better weather, either. Meanwhile, though... wanna snowcone?"

"A what?" asks Miki, blinking at Ren. "And I know I could stay, but my brother might... worry, you know. Anyway, he might fetch me home. But I am tired of the cold and falling down." He sulks, shutting his book with a little too much noise.

Serendipity grins again, cheered a bit. "A snowcone," he repeats. "...c'mere, beautiful, I'll show you." He beckons with a lift of the bowl, and carries it with him to the kitchen, where he peers into the fridge assessingly.

Miki tosses his book onto the table and follows Ren towards the kitchen, curiously. "What are you looking for?" he asks, seeing Ren open the fridge.

"Juice," Ren replies absently, "...or syrup. Or, I dunno, orange liqueur. Something sweet and liquid." He moves a few items around, looking for one that's appropriate.

"I think there is juice," says Miki, trying to peer around Ren into the fridge. "And there are preserves in the cupboard, you can thin those with hot water if you wanted something very sweet."

Serendipity shifts to give Miki some room to get into the fridge -- good thing neither of them are exactly stockily built -- and considers that suggestion. "Might work," he muses, "though I'm thinkin' we should try it with the juice first, if we find it." His shift's made enough room for Miki, indeed, though the other youth will have to lean in beneath the Coyotekin's arm. "...hey, is that one apple cider?"

Miki ducks in under Ren's arm and pulls out the jug in question. "I think so," he says doubtfully, and opens the top to sniff at it. "It is," he reports more cheerfully.

Serendipity grins again, wider. "A'ight," he replies happily, and steps away from the fridge, giving one strand of Miki's hair a little flick as he turns and heads to a counter. The bowl is set down, and he rummages in a cupboard for two glasses he apparently deems appropriate. "Bring that over here, wouldja, foxy?"

Miki carries the cider over to the kitchen counter, and sets it down with a thump. "That is how they used to make brandy," he says at random, looking at the bowl of snow.

Serendipity starts packing snow into the little glasses, fairly tightly, and looks over to Miki again. "Yeah? What'd they do? Never know when it might be handy t'know how to make brandy..."

Miki watches Ren's actions with interest. "I have not done it, but you must take hard cider, hard as wine, and set it in the snow, and then after some time you pour off whatever has not frozen and that is brandy." He shrugs. "I do not know how well it works."

"...huh." Ren looks at the cider consideringly, then shakes his head. When the snow is packed in the cups, he reaches over to take the jug, and slowly saturates each snow-cup with the cider. "There. Snow cones." He grins again, and leans comfortably against the counter, taking one of the pair for himself. "Bon appetit."

Miki examines his snow cone gravely. "How do you eat it?" he asks, since Ren has not provided a spoon.

Serendipity lifts a finger and an eyebrow. "Like so," he explains gravely, and lifts his to his mouth, giving it a few licks, sucking a little cider from it, and then taking a bite. A swallow, and then a bright grin: "Tada! Snowcone. Don't let it press the top of your mouth too long, you'll get a headache."

Miki gives Ren a dubious look and tries his, gingerly. "It is cold," he complains, but seems to find it tasty enough.