It's always cold to Avery, and even his favourite jumpers don't do much. He's found a a large coat somewhere that fights him only because of its thickness. It's certainly large, though, and fuzzy, and Jake grins when he sees it. "Where did you find that?" he asks, sitting on the bed and fiddling with one of Avery's buttons. "You look like an eskimo."
Avery giggles. "'n eskimo? I'm Avery, silly."
"Eskimo Effrey," Jake confirms, and scoots even closer. "Well, do you know what eskimos get?" Avery is mid-headshake when Jake shows him. "Eskimo kisses!" He rubs his nose against Avery's, scrunching it. Close as they are, Avery can feel his smile.
"I like being an eskimo," Avery whispers, and rubs his nose right back.