Icing those injuries.

As soon as they step off the bus, Wilbur spreads his arms out to the sides and inhales the fresh, invigorating air. "Can you smell it, Techno?" he asks. Techno, who couldn't care less about anything Wilbur likes, simply hums and walks over to the side hatch to pull his luggage out of the pit. "It's the smell of the mountains. Of pure winter and ice. It's the smell of victory."

"Someone remind Sut he's a hockey player, not a poet," Schlatt grumbles, pushing past him to the bus exit and pulling his headphones out. "I can't be both?"

"You can't." Quackity grins. Then he throws the blanket over Wilbur's face. "Take this. I'm ready for winter in Alaska." Wilbur throws the blanket over his arm and enjoys watching Quackity stand in the snow for a full three seconds before he starts shaking. He's shaking like he's about to fly to the moon. "Okay, I made a mistake," he says, his teeth chattering. "Give me the blanket back."

"No," Wilbur smirks, squeezing it tighter. "I like it. You threw it at me. It's mine now."

• Wilbur...

• Quackity