((Sooo... about that title? Yeah, I couldn't think of anything good. WOO!))
It was a perfectly warm and pleasant December evening, and that was just the way Amsterdam liked it.
He sat seemingly by himself along a seaside bar, sipping his Mai Tai and ignoring the world around him. A fire pit crackled off in the distance, challenging the sunset to see how red it could get, and while the fire put warmth at his back, the breeze off the ocean was cool. It was agreeable. Definitely agreeable. Having grown up in the miserable cold of Lambastia, Amsterdam enjoyed being able to stick his hands (or paws, depending on the situation) out in the winter.
But although he was by himself, he chatted animatedly.
"No, I can't say I agree," he said to seemingly no one. "Well, you have to understand, it's a world that's been experiencing thee severe seasonal changes since the beginning. The life on the planet, especially the plant life, probably evolved to adapt to this. ...Yes, Bell, I know it's fantasy, but that doesn't change that magic doesn't necessarily have to be involved..."