Heron Lake Plateau snow (hey oh)

Elwood's warning was taken lightly—Clover's mouth was never watched. In lieu of a verbal reply, she turned to him and kissed his chin. Despite his efforts to lighten the mood, and assure them both that the weather was not that bad, Clover rolled her eyes. She didn't like it when he played devil's advocate—that was her job.  

"MmHMM," Clover thrummed in response to Sequoia's opinion. "I think you're the only one fine with this weather, Daddy. To the rest of us, this white shit sucks." She shot her father a smug smile kicked at the ground to emphasize her point. 

Clover quickly interjected when Sequoia asked Elwood for this name; the question had presented her an opportunity to have a little fun. "His name is Clover and I'm Elwood," she replied with the sweetest smile that she could muster, "I know we've seen each other before but, I don't think we've been introduced." she said.