Not as warm as Mr. Joestar. That poor guy's hopeless...

[The words are mean but the tone is sympathetic; poor guy can't get close to snow without it turning into slush.]

I hope he temp-swaps to something good next year, so he can "enjoy the season properly."

[He's making idle, fond conversation as he navigates his coat around his shoulder-spikes. Taking it off is always a whole thing...how does anyone deal with spines like this all the time?

He hasn't noticed yet that someone's been in here.]