"This jacket isn't very easy to throw in," Sam said, packing his snowball as he readied to throw it at Claire. It was somewhat demoralizing that she was just standing there, waiting for him to throw it, but he wasn't going to pass up the opportunity just yet. Especially not when she was still completely unmarred by the snow.

"And you are a tiny target, okay?" he teased, laughing as the threw the snowball and scooped down to make another.