"Yeah, kinda," he says with a grin. "This time of year, it snows almost every day in Anchorage. It's pretty cold here though, but not like Alaska."

The booth is really in a perfect location; they can see the tree from here and they're on the main drag - there's people passing by, picking up the cups and Raleigh's stealing one for himself when he thinks no one is looking. The snow keeps falling - light, but it's sticking.

He nudges a cup in Chuck's direction and hums Christmas carols under his breath.