Giovenith wrote:"Doesn't the snow look like sugar?" That was random.
"Back home at least, the snow's rather poisonous. Nuclear testing and all that has made alot of things unsafe."
The three made their way inside, stopping at the Fallout shelter and tucking Rachelle in before heading back up to the dining room.
"So how's everything?" She asked, sitting down to a nice cup of Apple cider.