[that smile is gently returned, obscured briefly as Linneus leans his head against Dazai's shoulder - a short companionable moment]

Perhaps somewhere there is snow? [not too hard, in Nadril] I'd never really seen snow before coming here...

[and it's possible he might get used to it during his time here, enough that it might stop holding a sense of wonder for him. But he does hope not.]

If we do end up elsewhere, I should like to have some sort of proof I was here at all.

[a lift of eyebrows at that smirk, and drily at the slight innuendo]

Indeed...?