Ino was just going to push her door shut behind him, this time leaving it unlocked--Zack would probably want to leave at some point, after all--but kicking the blankets back up against the bottom of the door and clinging to the cider for all she was worth.

It was warm! Waaarm.

"If this keeps up for longer than a few days," Ino said, sipping her cider and sighing. "I'm booking it back to Konoha 'till it's warmer here."

That probably said something about her opinion on the weather, right?

"And, no, this is awful for the jungle. The jungle is screaming. Can't you hear them?" Ino's eyes were amused, though, as she oh-so-absently tried to drape a blanket over Zack's shoulders. Shut up. He needed it. Even if he thought he didn't. "I don't know--if it's not too long most of them should bounce back. But some of them are... I hope they make it. Some of 'em ain't native to this world or to mine."

If they died, she was going to have a fit. At least she'd managed to get rid of the drafts in here?

The floaty glowy thing was totally giving more light than her glow sticks. Which were still tinting the room a interesting shade of green. Ah well.