[And if Jack cares about anything, it's snow and ice. Well, and kids, but trying for math about them could get a little strange.

For now, he just laughs.]

Why would I need a bottle when I can make them anywhere? Real ones, too, not...

[Anywhere except here, Jack remembers. And now he's sad.]

Maybe I'll try the bottle ones, anyway. But hey, at least it'll snow here eventually, right? How many seasons does this place have, anyway?