He looks with amusement at Kevin and nods, closing the door behind him. He motions for the man to follow. There's enough chairs, and also hot Pumpkin Bean soup to go around. So he's gonna get the body guard a portion to warm up.

"Oh yes? Horses are not smart enough to know humans aren't responsible for the weather." He pulled back a chair for her, at the table. It was covered in newspapers with a pre gutted pumpkin of the larger variety sitting on the table, waiting to be carved.