"M-marriage?" His eyes went wide at that. "My brother would kill me if I got married before I completed school! Figuratively of course, not literally!"

There was a slight panic over the thought. And not because it was Ilya, but because they were still teenagers. Despite it being obvious Ilya was much older, Dolemeck still saw him as one.

"Well, now that I a Chukchi marriage tradition, if we ever... you know, decide we one day want to get married, when we're adults, I will know what to do. I will hand-make you a quilt. No machine, no powers, just a needle and thread."

His grin returned.

"Until then, you are getting a regular blanket from me, so you can stay warm."