"Oui, bien sûr," Jenny says, smiling up at him once the blankets are over them and they've begun to move. She isn't actually that bothered by the cold, or else agreeing to a night spent mostly out of doors would have been a nonsensical move on her part. It's really just the transition that's difficult, from inside where it's warmer to out in the icy air, but layers help and so do the blankets here. "I'll be fine. Once we're on the ice, I'm sure I won't even notice it."