Ino's eyes dropped to stare at the pocket.

"...I suppose he'd probably better off than I am," she sighed, lips twitching as she fought the urge to laugh at that. Poor Mr. Winkles! "But right--heat! Fire! You need to get your trashcan and stuff."

She grinned at him. "And then we can be waaarm."

Okay, she could be warm. He didn't mind this as much as she did.