"Now you're hurting my feelings, if you think I'm giving up."

Ruby waits for a moment, trying to compact her Impractically Huge snowball into something a shade more throwable. It has to be held with two hands, and she is extremely pleased with herself as she stands, and tries to guesstimate where Dany might be hiding behind, roughly. It's an awkward, two-handed underarm throw where probably a third of the giant snowball just crashes into the shelter, and the rest proceeds to just explode messily.

"Oh, come on." On the one hand, maybe it was the perfect device for surprise snow down the back. On the other? Maybe it was just horribly ineffective.