"What do you mean you've never seen snow before??", Lucy said. "Aren't you a yeti?"
This had activated something in Sara's brain, which was usually reserved for thinking about ways to cook and prepare various types of salmon, honey, whatever roots and tubers she could get her hands and/or paws on, and perhaps even voles.
"First of all," she replied, "you get a pass this time, because we haven't known eachother very long, and it is a common misconception. However, it's extremely important to me that you know that the word 'yeti' exclusively refers to those who live in or near the himalayas. In addition to that, the whole 'abominable snowman'-thing is most likely a mistranslation anyways, so you might have been wrong even if I was Tibetan. But that's not my point. My point is that my family is Swedish, so I'd really prefer if you called me either a werebear or an ursanthrope. I guess you could call me a varbjörn, too, if you wanna get really technical, but that's not like, required. Anyways, it's like if i called you a strigoi or a jiangshi or something, you know?"
"Alright, yeah, I see your point, miss ursanthrope, but that doesn't really answer my question. It super snows in Sweden, and besides, you've lived here since you were a kid, right? You have to have seen snow at some point in your life, surely, right?"
"Wait, are you telling me you haven't realized it?", Sara said, practically grinning from ear to ear.
"Realized what??"
"So you watch the news, right? They're saying this is one of the coldest autumns ever recorded here?"
Lucy was getting too impatient to think that through. "Yeah, bloody climate change."
"You're not hearing me. I'm half-bear, dude."
"So what???"
"I hibernate."
