Almost as cold as Hoth, anyway. [He's not sure whether to be thankful for that. Once it gets as cold as this, there's not really much difference, especially not to the memory of the cold creeping up on him, the sheer nothing of the carbonite.

He shivers again.]

All right, got anything else here I can warm up? [Because he's not heading back out there in the cold if he can help it, not even for a bucket of fast food in the backseat.] And besides, I could say that for you too—it's late, you should be in bed, why aren't you sleeping, all that stuff.

[He shrugs.]

If neither of us can sleep, might as well have a few hot drinks.