[ Winter? Supplies? The blank look Dimitri receives initially should be enough to tell him that, no, he hasn't thought of that at all, not any of it. In this, he's beginning to realize he's outside of any experience of his own and he looks down at the floor — at his own very not-winter-ready sandals, in fact — rather than at Dimitri. If he's going to be judged, he'd rather not see it happening... ]

It's not like I never go into the city to get stuff, y'know... [ Although there's a limit to what one small guy like him can carry in one trip to and back again. ] But I don't really know a whole lot about winter. It's warm every season where I'm from, uh, except for when Pepa was in a bad mood, I guess, but that... varied, usually? Like, that didn't always end up as snow.