"Of course you are," Karla said, peeking out from the blankets. "And Mother Night yes. For ever now. You're beautiful, Em. And smart and sassy and dangerous. So much of what I've always wanted to be. But I don't want to mess up our friendship, either, because no matter how much I want to kiss you, I want to stay friends more."

Apparently Karla saw six more weeks of winter (or six more sentences of non-stop babbling) and dove back under.