[At some point during one of the coldest mornings the Grove has seen so far, the residents at the Cookie house will hear a soft knocking at the door that nearly gets swept away by the raging winds. If it isn't answered (and assuming the door is unlocked), Sparkling will carefully let himself in while trying not to get snow all over the floors, shaking as he keeps his wings tucked tightly around himself as a sort of makeshift poncho. He's emerged from his residence at the Inn in an effort to reach out to his fellow Earthbread companions, mainly to check and see how everyone is faring in this cold...

But also, he has a tray of hot chocolate to deliver that he handmade himself, one for everyone living here. If you see one with an extra pump of whipped cream with little sprinkles on it for Clotted Cream, no you don't.]

H-hah...ah...hello? Pardon me for barging in...is anyone awake?

[Sparkling, not being a fighter...really much in any sense of the word, isn't going to try to strike out into the bitter cold to do any combat. Instead, he's actually staying to help at the Clinic today, having brewed up a few (non-alcoholic) cocktails for anyone who wanders in, injured, frostbitten, or otherwise just cold. He'll usher you to have a seat on one of the open beds nearby, making his way over to a table where he has a few glasses prepared.]

Give me just a moment. These drinks are healing...sip slowly. It should warm you up from the inside.

[And when he says healing, he means that literally. They won't take care of grievous open wounds or anything like that- a real healer would need to be called, in that case- but they'll revitalize and take care of any amount of minor injuries you might have incurred while outside.]