Eee! That's fun. Pen does not seem to be cold while sleeveless in the snow and can handle snowballs in her bare hands indefinitely.

Then they can do this all afternoon, Huan'll warm him up when his hands get cold. 

Good doggie.

At that Huan'll actually join the snowball fight.

Eeee! How is a dog going to make snowballs though? Are they ganging up on her?

He'll just growl the snow into snowballs, and throw them magically, and no, he's aiming at the both of them.

GROWLING SNOWBALLS. That is the BEST THING.

Huan is appreciative of her enthusiasm.

Is he appreciative of having snowballs thrown at him?

He sure is! 

Yaaaaaaay!

Eventually Pen is tired.

Great, that was at least one of the day's secondary objectives. Goodnight, Pen. 

Night!

Zzzzz.

No doors to interdimensional bars open.

Well that's disappointing. Don't want growing up here!

I know, us either. We're working on it. You can open doors sometimes too if you like, if you think the bar's likelier to give you one. 

Dunno. Only get one ever. Where a lot doors all together?

We could have a room with lots of doors in close proximity built. I'll suggest that, if Nelyo hasn't already thought of it. 

That work, agrees Pen. Think it not work so well with all one door over and over? Not sure.

You're the expert. Any chance the bar'll realize she lost you and try to help get you found?

Not sure. Time maybe not going. If any time going Jane noticing I gone, because, she taps the opal in her arm.

So it could be no one even realizes you're gone yet? Well, at least your parents won't have time to be panicked for you. 

Yeah. But they upset if they come and I a thousand years old.

I bet. I'm three thousand years old and I'd still be sad to miss a thousand years of a kid's life. 

And then having explain me disappear to Samaria. Because not look eight when a thousand, look, like, twenty something.