At least it would have a mermaid on it, right? [She cups her palms near her mouth and blows warm air into them. The beginning of cold tingles that had kicked to life abates, just a bit.] That way everyone would know you spent forty bucks on your umbrella.

[She raises an eyebrow at the mention of alcohol, and for a time it seems she is going to leave it alone. Then:]

It'd cause a blood rush, but your core temp would drop like a stone. [...] And it's 2 in the afternoon.