"It actually snows here?" There was absolutely no snow happening in Surf City or Los Angeles. Coop didn't know if it was just too hot, too close to the equator or if it was just sitting on the mouth of Hell but the closest they got was some very light frost maybe one a year. Other than that, they were lucky if the temperature dipped down below fifty degrees.

"Man, I haven't bought a winter jacket in decades," he remarked idly. Consumed with thoughts of snow, Coop fell quiet and followed Newt back to his house. Once they got there and were inside, Coop couldn't stop himself from crouching down and letting Jeff sniff him and paw at him.

"Hey man, you're a big guy," he cooed, giving Jeff's head a rub with one hand while he shut the door with the other. "I come in peace, I promise."