Don't believe in no-win scenarios

The spare bedroom is a cornucopia of spare winter wear and storm protection, so Jim quickly finds the lights and his old coat. Plus one for Clint, since neither of them had come prepared. Gloves if Verity needs them, and they should be good to go. It wasn't wet and soggy yet, so there was no real need for hefty boots.

There's not an app for getting her dishes washed, but there should be no problem getting everything put in there, especially if she'd done a load while she was cooking, and really it's Verity. We know she's the height of practicality. She's thought of everything else to make today special.

"Dear god, I think I"m actually enjoying myself." Jim mutters under his breath in disbelief as he heads back downstairs, arms laden with warmth and light-giving.

"Okay, Clint I grabbed a coat for ya. Should more or less fit. Got some gloves for you Ver if ya need 'em, and lights. You guys ready?"