"It's not the greatest," Derek admits, shivering as he pulls on his jeans. "But I warm up quick enough."

He does have to smile at Bitty's thoughtfulness as he pulls on his henley, and then his socks and boots. The leather jacket comes last, and he pats his pockets to make sure that everything his there as he emerges from the trees.

"Now, I believe you mentioned lunch," Derek says, grabbing Bitty's skis to hold them under one arm as he heads for the lodge. "And a gallon of hot cocoa."