He laughed, deep and loud. "The cold is frightening." Perhaps she was right -- the outlanders thought the Halovians insane for living here. Especially now that they had the option to leave. Noah had noticed that some had migrated away from the frozen nest of their home, but it was mostly young idealists and rebels -- like Ezekiel. Those who were older, more prone to leaning into their duty and sitting stubborn in their ways stayed here -- like Noah.
He must have changed his mind about his ale, because he reached out to take another drink. He didn't have many opinions on the government, at this point, and so he only responded to what she had to say about what she had seen in the outside world. Green was his favorite color, after all. "You're making it sound amazing." He smiled at her, teasingly. "I might just have to forget building up my own store for Deepfrost. Whatever I find I'll trade away for herbs and spices and anything green. Then I'll come back here and eat off of what you've got preserved." He nudged her arm with his elbow. "And I'll think about sharing some of my green stuff." He winked at her and laughed again, deep and loud and warm.
