He might as well start talking about the cat in the hat, for all the sense vacuums would make to her.

"Do we even have bears here? I can't remember seeing any," oh how she had clearly missed Molotov's little project.

She chuckled, reaching down to pick up a handful of snow, scrutinising it before dropping it to the ground again.

"Well, you know Paradisa, its seasons change faster than you can blink."