And we've barely started. Don't tell me you're easy to please.

[He tsks, like this would be such a shame, and he keeps working as the ice spreads. It's all wandwork now, a few jabs toward the air, and then a quick whip of the wand, cutting through some invisible layer--and from the tip of his wand, a cloud billows out, quick, and grey--]

I could make a tent. And then I could extend it. They sell 'em pre-charmed, of course, but beggars, choosers, et cetera. Is that what you want for Space Christmas? An Extended Tent?