“Snowball fights are for kids who got time to waste,” Mabel replied, before turning her back to him and squatting down. She removed her bow and quiver, her satchel, and then began digging a hole in the snow to clear out a space for a fire pit.
As the Breton moaned and complained about her being no fun, she merely continued with her work, but once he had given up and unhappily slumped down on a stump - she struck.
A beautifully, lovingly, hand-crafted snowball was flung at the mage’s head, followed by a giggle as Mabel darted behind a fallen log. The hunter just barely poked her head up from above her hiding spot, before tossing another lump of snow at Eldingar.
“Don’t tell me ya’ve changed yer mind!”