[while she tosses the snowball into the air and catches it a couple times, she watches him hum and buzz and think way too much about this.
...Eventually, she loses her patience and steps over, crouches down in front of him... and takes both of his hands and squishes them into the snow, making handprints and then smashing snow into a shape between them]
no subject
...Eventually, she loses her patience and steps over, crouches down in front of him... and takes both of his hands and squishes them into the snow, making handprints and then smashing snow into a shape between them]
See, it's like clay. But cold.