[Richie's impressions have been very much the same. He'd made the offer with his Olympian pad in mind, but then came the hike to Nadril and he'd wrung his boney old hands over the idea of almost everybody roughing it out in the Winter Wonderland, and his proposition to Prior floated to the forefront once more. Batting it back down again only seemed callous once the notion had resurfaced, even in the privacy of his own thoughts, and he'd reached out and tugged the poor bastard in before he could think much better of it.

Well, consider it a trial run then. If they didn't drive one another batty when they had to play leapfrog to make it out the door, then they never would.

Richie's finishing the last yank on his trouser buckle when Prior points out the obvious. He tuts, kicking the restroom door closed with his heel and dropping onto his own bunk with a heavy sigh.]

Or road tripping at a motel with no radiator.

[There is a distinct sniff from their mirror, who has not much respect for either guest.]

Hardly a need for one my dear, when you keep playing chimney at all hours.

Oh stuff it, you drab slab! [Richie hurls a cushion at the offender. It gives a shocked little "Ah!" and falls silent. He'd been taking his smokes outside thank you very much, but the remains stayed on his breath and he hasn't heard the end of it since they'd checked in.] What say you we vamoose and build our own igloo? One free of judging eyes and all this Big Brother hooey?