Clearly the alternative solution for that is to curl up in front of the fire like a sleepy pair of cats and continue talking there. But that requires moving, and she's pretty happy where she is.

"Oh don't I know that," she sighs wistfully. "I had a pair of espadrilles at home that I'd been wearing for years, they were so comfortable. Tough, too. The boots here aren't bad and like I said, I got very lucky. Come spring, I might have to find something else, though. Especially if you do decide to go into the farming business. Can't be mucking around in my nice shoes."