[Well, it's... they're in the mountains, so it's likely? The weather isn't winter storm hours here, but Ain is solidly and clearly confused about how mountain weather differs from everywhere else on account of He Has Never Been To A Mountain Before. He's pretty sure they're always supposed to snow. Blizzard levels of snow. Daily.
It's in books.]
Have you ever been in a snowball fight? I bet I could beat you! [He cannot.] —oh! Vash— [Yeah, still on a first-name basis, congrats,] look!
[Ain veers toward a little street food vendor with a short line, pointing toward it in case it's not extremely obvious where he's headed. The only problem is this food is not, erm, a meal — it's a stall selling frozen lemonades and other frozen drinks. You know. Gotta stick with the theme in a small wintery town.]
They're— [fuck what do you call these,] —Fruchtsaftgetränke?
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[Well, it's... they're in the mountains, so it's likely? The weather isn't winter storm hours here, but Ain is solidly and clearly confused about how mountain weather differs from everywhere else on account of He Has Never Been To A Mountain Before. He's pretty sure they're always supposed to snow. Blizzard levels of snow. Daily.
It's in books.]
Have you ever been in a snowball fight? I bet I could beat you! [He cannot.] —oh! Vash— [Yeah, still on a first-name basis, congrats,] look!
[Ain veers toward a little street food vendor with a short line, pointing toward it in case it's not extremely obvious where he's headed. The only problem is this food is not, erm, a meal — it's a stall selling frozen lemonades and other frozen drinks. You know. Gotta stick with the theme in a small wintery town.]
They're— [fuck what do you call these,] —Fruchtsaftgetränke?
[close enough.]