"Aside from watching my commanders slip and fall on the ice?" He smirks softly. "Mn, yes. The men liked to draft newsletters when we were stuck in, slip them under the door of the wardroom and on the tables during supper. False gossip, silly poems, interviews with officers...it was all a lark, but one I quite enjoyed. It'd go poorly here, but there are other diversions we might consider. A gala, for one. A play. A game of football in the snow."