[Winry takes the time to consider her answer, because she can tell Will finds it somehow important.] I liked the snow when I was younger [and she shrugs, showing that she knows Will's older than she is; most of her friends here in this world are], because we could go out and play in it. If it was deep enough, that is! We'd sled and have snowball fights and make snowmen.

But not so long ago, I was up north in my world, and it was...very cold. The snow was pretty deep, and I wasn't prepared for it. I wasn't prepared for a lot of things in Briggs. [Not to say the least, finding out she was a hostage to keep Ed in line, and, afterward, that she had to work with the man who killed her parents to escape being a hostage.]

So...I do like the snow, but the memories. They aren't always the best.

I've never been someplace where it snowed so much I couldn't go out, but...it was great, when I was little, when we'd come in from the cold and Granny had the fire lit, and we had hot mulled cider to drink. And we'd rest, and play indoor games, or read, or nap in front of the fire.

[And her smile is bittersweet.]