[Hi, Ray. One of your husbands is currently curled up approximately five inches away from the fireplace, wrapped in a cocoon of thick blankets, glaring you down from the opposite side of the room. It's probably a familiar sight at this point.
Venkman tugs one of the blankets closer to his body, shivering violently.]
It's about time. How can ya even stand this weather?
[Blackthorn in March, it seems, is not agreeable to him. And he still hasn't quite gotten over the chill of trekking through the Ice Path, which doesn't help his case.]
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Venkman tugs one of the blankets closer to his body, shivering violently.]
It's about time. How can ya even stand this weather?
[Blackthorn in March, it seems, is not agreeable to him. And he still hasn't quite gotten over the chill of trekking through the Ice Path, which doesn't help his case.]