"It's not like he's unusually toxic!" River's protestation is extremely embarrassed. "He's animated by death magic, if you chew on that shit you die! I'll be there as soon as I can. With the dog. In case it snows."

...

"Bye." Click!

SOME TIME LATER here indeed comes River, her skeletal wolf sedately pulling her hellfire brazier behind her.

You know.

In case it snows.