[ bellamy looks down, hand wrapped around his bottle to sway it as though it's a hull of a ship. ] They're cool, anyway. I still can't believe you can create them.

[ he shakes his head, easily recalling their conversation where she'd admitted he had a piece of her with him now. he wonders if that had been her intention when she'd given him chion, but he doubts she'd be so bold as to imply having a part of her would comfort him with octavia having left the first time. what he thinks is that she'd given him a sliver of what she found comforting — a friend in an animated snowball. ]

I was thinking of bringing Chion around to Olaf's. I don't know the first thing about snowgies, but I don't want him to get lonely. Figure it might be good he's around creatures of his own kind every once in a while. [ he glances up at her, shrugging his shoulders. he's thought about it a lot, but hasn't so much as asked elsa, despite her initial response being he shouldn't hesitate to bring the snowball over to her. his brows furrow together in amusement. ] I think he's trying to bark.