[She waves her hands at his movement, trying to get him to stop even as she swivels her head back and forth, trying to see where the snowball had come from. But, since she doesn't see anyone nearby, she decides that it must have been errant, way off its mark. And somebody here had a really good arm.
She offers him a smile, shrugging slightly. No harm, no foul. Right?]
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She offers him a smile, shrugging slightly. No harm, no foul. Right?]