"That good at least." It was always at least good to check and he trusted his word. Plus he figured if he did get too cold he would leave when needed anyway.

A big, cozy blanket. That was certainly something to call snow. and it was enough for Allen to smiled and even give a small chuckle. "That an interesting way of seeing snow. A blanket for this carriage."

He extended his hand and let some of the snow land on his hand, slowly watching to melt from the warmth of said hand. "For me, snow means another thing, but that is more a personal reason. But I do like yours." Soon his hand was back at his side as he turned around to look over.

"So want to make a guess as to how the train might have been able to do this? We don't have to be right but we can be creative about our answers."