[Such a lie. Vinnie's eyes flickered up to meet Bulba's, just so the other could see that flat, knowing look in his stare. Of course the Ivysaur wouldn't want to leave him regardless of the weather. Well, fine.]

I'll make you some tea.

[There was some strong insistence in his voice, but it accompanied the underlying reassurance that yes, Vinnie would go with him. That would suit the worried mother hen well enough, hopefully.

The Venusaur could always slip out on his own another time when he longed for the cold and altitude. As long as he was keeping busy somehow, whether it was with tea-making or the holiday season, he could put Red from his mind.]