Our Winter Home?

K and I were in our hotel room at Conclave, and K heard a noise outside. I thought it was the window vibrating from a passing truck, but K thought it was a bee or a wasp trying to get into our room.
"I don't think it's a bee," I told him. "It's winter; there aren't any bees."
That led to a discussion of what happens to the other animals in the winter. K knew that the birds go "to South," the "squirlers" go in their nests, and the rabbits go in their holes in the ground.
Then I asked him, "Where do we go in the winter?"
He thought about that for a minute and then said, "To Conclave!"