[He still can't imagine being stuck in one place for so long. It's a wonder Ambrose didn't go completely insane.

More alcohol, anyway. Time to pour a refill. He tops off Ambrose's drink while he's at it.]

Maybe it'll be fun, though. I've never seen snow so deep I couldn't open the door but I've heard that happens some places. We could dig out pathways and still get around. And then, I dunno. Make extra-tall snowmen.