Solveig pushes her goggles up and looks at you with a quick grin. "Last run, skier. The lifts are closed and it is just us and the snow. Come inside. I have hot chocolate and a fire, and you look cold." The lifts are down and the sky is pink. Come in out of the wind, skier. I have a woodstove going, and I would like to hear how the last run went.