[Finn snickers at the temperature reference, before the rest of what was said sinks in.]

Y-you mean like d-d-don't feel it to begin w-with, o-or stopped feeling it?



Look, I'm just sayin', four legs means we ain't got much choice about crawlin' in the snow. Unless someone wants ta carry us...



Oh no you don't, I ain't lettin' ya sit on my head again!