[Cain makes a bewildered expression. Of all the gifts he's received tonight on behest of others, this one's come the further out of left field. He touches the electronic mittens as though they might grow teeth and bite his fingers, turning them over in his palm with an experimental little squeeze while that explanation's provided.]
My hands never get that cold. [Mumbled under breath, and not true for long. October's going to roll into the colder months eventually.] ... uh, thanks. I guess.
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[Cain makes a bewildered expression. Of all the gifts he's received tonight on behest of others, this one's come the further out of left field. He touches the electronic mittens as though they might grow teeth and bite his fingers, turning them over in his palm with an experimental little squeeze while that explanation's provided.]
My hands never get that cold. [Mumbled under breath, and not true for long. October's going to roll into the colder months eventually.] ... uh, thanks. I guess.
[Whatever!!!!!]