He carries her with him over to the coatrack, where he digs the pamphlet out of his jacket pocket. It's got all the trappings of Capitolite tourism, but honestly Jason doubts that either of them are mourning the authenticity of overcooked rabbit or burlap blankets - it's a plush wooden cabin alongside a lake, with multiple fireplaces, a hot tub, a personal ice rink, a stone firepit on the balcony just for marshmallows and fondues. Everything screams Jason's broke now indulgence, from the fur-lined duvets to the glass wall through which they can watch the aurora borealis.

There are opportunities to ski and snowboard, too, but given Swann's aversion to cold and Jason's inability to even walk in a straight line without tripping on something, they're probably going to avoid those.

"They say you can see every star out there, you know. I read we haven't even seen a third of them with the light pollution out here."