I sigh.
Cross my arms.
And stare out at the snow that is still now halfway up the height of the door, blocking us from any effective method of not only leaving the house but going out for supplies.
I've been snowed in before. As Adelaide, being 'snowed in' meant maybe a foot of snow at most, just enough that the roads weren't plowed, neither I nor my husband were willing to drive in it, and every store except the desperate ones were closed.
In this life, I've had it a bit more serious than that, of course.
But this?
Is ridiculous.
"Is this how it always is in the winter here?"
"Wha-" Lucas startles. "Why are you saying it in a tone like it's my fault the weather is bad?!"
He's amusing when he's all flustered and upset.
Sometimes I find I miss exasperating him on purpose, but then again, the trade off was being annoyed by him in turn.
I glance over at him, a faint smile playing on my lips, and grab his chin, lightly shaking his head.
He makes an affronted noise.
