She can't help it, the idea of it all---getting to go home, be home, and have him there with her...it's hard to fight hope. It warms her up to think about it, a big smile hiding underneath her faltering restraint.

"Well. When it's not frozen over---it is! It really, really is." She doesn't comment on his pending victory. Of course, it was too difficult to think about another battle, another fight, another obstacle. It was easier, and just nicer overall, to think about the conclusion.

She envelops him in another hug, still quite enthralled by the mere idea.

"I'll have to find you a room to stay in, the doors being open now, and all."