Amea Virou
Snowbound

Right, Amea would be getting the drinks. They both had their established likes and capabilities, and while Amea was by no means a poor mixer, it was pretty obvious she preferred not to make anything big out of the beverages she brought out. Bottles, cans, once or twice a jug, this was something Evelyn was aware of and no doubt something she’d expect when it came to Amea’s choice of drink.
One bottle of red, a well-aged whiskey reserve, and two glasses each.
“Here we go,” Amea said with a grin as she stepped through the door. Although the grin faded into something more mellow as she saw the unlit fire. “Of course you are…”
Evelyn was the one who liked to think things over and find the things that were just right. Usually it was a trait that annoyed Amea, but with Evelyn it had become something that she appreciated the more that they spent time together. It made Evelyn the exception, of course, but then she already was the one exception to several rules that Amea had set for herself.
Most notably the one about not forming attachments. That one sure panned out.
She put the glasses and the bottles down on a table and slowly approached the firemaking materials, all laid out as if Evelyn was about to get to it before she got sidetracked.
“You know that I’ll like just about anything you put on, right?” She joked and inspected the logs in their little stone formation. “Just, please, stay away from the Jizz. As much as I can enjoy a good jizz-wailer every now and then, I don’t think tonight is the night for that.”