Luckily, Persephone does know at least the general direction of a park, so leading the way is what she does. Once there, she spends most of her time trying to collect sors in certain spots. As a being of warmth and growth, the cold hits her harder than most, but she still forgoes the hat. Instead, she grows a wreath of roses, coating them in frosty spiderwebs of sors that clings to strands of her hair, and insists on doing the same for Zetta.

By the end, she's thoroughly frozen, the tips of her nose and ears turned a little blue, but the smile on her face makes it obvious how little she cares. She shoves her hands in her pockets with those heatstones and perhaps makes off with one or two for the walk to the restaurant.

Eating is nice, simple. They weren't exactly spoiled for choice, but any place that caters to her will pretty much cater to him. She's not sure what she expected out of a dinner date, but this is pretty nice. It's not particularly fancy, it's not particularly dazzling, but she enjoys it.

It's been dark the whole time they've been here, but it feels particularly late when they walk out of the restaurant. It's probably not actually that late--but it's a feeling. A feeling of a long day and a nice evening.