Priestly was about as covered as a punk boy who didn't want to squash his 'hawk could be. He may, in fact, have even cut a slit in the top of his hat so his hair could still stick up.

Not that you could tell, since he wasn't actually wearing the hat right now.

He'd come out into the snow because, well, snow. It was white and cold and kinda sparkly and neat looking. And two of those adjectives could totally describe the Jamie hoard in front of him, too.

"Dude. This some sort of snow ritual that you cold weather people don't tell the rest of the world about?