"Indeed." Uriel said.

"You stuck with it, though. You should do well in your future." he reasoned.

He then looked at Jordan, and smirked.

"So." he said.

"How are things going for you and YOUR education?" he asked her.

"...ah." Yuri responded.

"Well, fair enough, I suppose." he said.

"She's got all the time in the world to decide, as well." Bast interjected.

"That is true." Uriel agreed.

"So, I suppose you two are off to the Swiss Alps now?' he then asked with a smirk.

"If Jordan wants to come along." Bast replied.

Uriel flinched when he heard that, and cleared his throat loudly.

"What she MEANS is that I had permission from your parents to check your existing wardrobes, to see what sizes you both are, as well as find out what styles you like." he clarified.

"..." Bast was silent and raised an eyebrow.

"Uh... huh." he said.

"Aimee..." Uriel said to his love through gritted teeth.

"Did you REALLY have to phrase it like THAT?" he asked her.

Bast just winked and pointed at her.

"Always." he said.

"Rarely moral, but ALWAYS legal." he told them.

"...you ARE your mother's son..." Uriel muttered, looking at Aimee.

"Let's go." he told her.

"Maybe check in on Angela." he said.

"Let me know if anything's serious." Bast said to them. "If you find anything out, that is."

The 4 of them exchanged parting pleasantries, and they then parted ways, with Aimee and Uriel leaving to head home, and Bast and Jordan making their way to where they wouldn't be seen when they left.

"Well then." he mumbled.

"Finally finished." he said.

"So, I assume we'll be using YOUR mana to get there?" he asked her.

"Mine's a little... well... volatile..." he muttered, shaking his head.

"Non-demons tend to not handle it well." he sighed.

Bast just nodded and smirked.

"And away we go!" he said, stepping jauntily through it.

When he emerged on the other side, he found a VERY cozy atmosphere greeting him. It looked like the perfect place in the Swiss Alps. It looked like just the place to stay warm in a snowstorm.

And he had to admit, while he didn't mind the cold, a roaring fire felt GOOD.

He stepped forward to allow Jordan to pass through behind him, and surveyed the area.

"Daaaaamn." he said.

"Most kids just get a car." he commented. "I pity them." he chuckled.

"She does." Bast responded.

"In her own way." he said.

"...she's... well... hm." he mumbled. "For a demon, she cares an awful lot." he said further.

"That's really the best way to put it." he sighed.

"A lot of people would think her to be unloving or neglectful, but she was there when I was a baby. She cared for me and took care of me, so she DOES love me. Or... she feels the emotion that's as close to love as she gets, for me." he went on.

"I know, my family is... well... different."

Bast just laughed out loud.

"That's a good way of looking at it!" he exclaimed.

"Regardless, we're here." he said.

"Let's explore." he told her.

"We'll start with the upper floor. Odds are that's where the bedrooms are, and where our wardrobes are, and that surprise that was alluded to earlier is." he reasoned.

"Or, well, that's where I'LL be headed first."

"..." Bast was silent as he saw the box.

"No way..." he muttered, making his way over and tearing into it. He was stunned by what he saw, before a grin spread out over his face.

"AW HELL YEAH!" he cried out, lifting the snowboard up in his arms.

"I am going to SHRED some slopes!" he declared, looking over the piece of equipment.

"Top of the line, too." he noticed.

"Man, they went all out."

"..." Bast was silent for a moment, hearing that.

"I..." he stammered.

"Firstly, sure. You can hide out at my cabin." he told her.

"Secondly, pop your shoulder back into joint." he asked. "Sounds like there's a story behind that..." he muttered.

"But sure, I can do that." he continued.

"Where and when? After you get to the cabin or before?"