Rhiannon throws a new log into the fireplace, sparks flying. She claps her hands, turns around, and laughs out loud cheerfully: 'You're here? Take off your boots, leave them there to dry.' Hey! You finally made it. I knew someone was coming when I heard the dogs barking. It's minus thirty outside, right? Don't just stand there, take off your boots and warm them up. I've already brewed the coffee. ...The aurora will come out tonight. No rush, get warm first.