Zekke was brushing snow off the plants when Alex poked her head into the room to apologize. He gave her a wry grin and chuckled and waved a hand with a, "No worries."

When she left, he shook his head and mumbled something to himself that sounded vaguely like "I wonder what would have happened if I had gotten bitten."

"Do you suppose the bite of that particular plant always has that... particular side effect?" He winged an eyebrow up at Jaren.

From brushing off so much snow, there was an enormous pile of snow on the floor, enough to make a decent sized snowman. He resisted the sudden urge to plop himself into the snow, roll about in it, make snow angels, and then have a spectacular snowball fight.

Where this notion came from, he could only guess that him hitting his head earlier possibly had something to do with it and added to the fact that snow-covered places held some sort of enchantment.

But no, he'd really get into trouble. But maybe he could leave a snowman behind... He made a mental note to stay a few minutes after everyone else left.