[Al laughs and pulls off his backpack to fish out the puffy parka, gloves, and hat he'd stuffed in there.]

I try to be! Here, put these on; it'll be just as cold up in the air if not moreso.

[It's hard for Al to judge the difference right now since his face is half-numb from the wind.]

Since it's so late I'll just take you over to Cherrygrove for now, otherwise we might be falling asleep in the saddle. In the morning you can decide if you want to come with me out to Goldenrod.