Smolder: “Come on, Gar-Gar!”
Garble: “No.”
Smolder: “You’ll get used to the cold, promise!”
Garble: “I said no! This is stupid! This place is stupid! No one should live here!”
Smolder: “Now you’re just being dramatic.”
Garble: “I’m not going back outside until I stop seeing my own breath out there.”
Smolder: “Okay, see you in three months!”
Garble: “…”
Garble: “Stupid cold. Stupid ponies.”