Dante: Great. Demon-hunting vacation, mountain edition.
Sanji: The kindling's soaked. Even my kicks can't ignite wet wood.
Orihime: My Shun Shun Rikka can only do so much without actual fire...
Sakura: Then we share body heat. Before someone gets frostbite.
Sanji: Mellorine~! Such pure maidenly innocence!
Dante: Chef boy's gonna cook up a nosebleed instead of dinner.
Orihime: I-I didn't mean it like... together-together...
Sakura: It's alright. Survival first, embarrassment later.
Dante: Heads up. We're not just snowed in... we're trapped.
Sanji: Something's hunting us. And I'm fresh out of groceries.
Orihime: Then we fight together. Six hands are better than four.
Sakura: Plus, I brought something better than matches... I've got Command Spells.
Dante: Well, well. Never had my sword taste mage blood before. It's got quite the kick.
Sakura: Command Spells aren't just for ordering Servants around. Consider it... a thank you for not letting me freeze.
Orihime: Look! The petals are warm! It's like spring inside winter!
Sanji: Angels truly walk among us... and they smell like sakura cake...
Dante: That should keep our uninvited guest nursing its wounds. For now.
Sanji: The wind... it's wrong. Too quiet.
Sakura: The reversal broke. Something's coming back.
Orihime: Triangle formation! My shield can buy us thirty seconds!
Dante: Thirty seconds? That's nineteen more than I need, princess.
Sanji: Ladies, gentleman... dinner's cancelled, but I've got a new recipe for demon soup.
Dante: Now that's what I call room service.