[A shake of his head ends with him leaning dangerously to left, and he sticks out on hand into the dirt to catch his balance. It prompts a laugh, soon as he's sure he's not going to fall over.]

In the rainy seasons. It's, uh... [Snicker. Okay.] Bu it's waaarm most times. Land of Fire right? S'not like Wind, though... Wind's dry... And Lightning is cold...

[Slowly he adjusts himself, so he's sitting upright again, still chuckling a little.]