Hershel shook his head at the nudge but smiled. Friendship, and all that sincere jazz. He could humor some of Randall's crazier ideas if it really made him happy.

"We may need to wait for it to get later and colder." Hershel answered, a small frown on his face. "I can't say I'm looking forward to doing that if we have to though, it's going to get very cold-" The cons of living near the famed English desert, probably. "-I'm not sure either of us are dressed for that."