"Hey, careful now," Herc objects, laughing as the snow splatters against his stomach. "It's all fun and games until a snow fight gets serious."

Very sagely said, as he pats a a couple of handfuls of snow into a solid snowball, holding it up. He considers it for a long moment, before looking back to Merrill, and tossing it in her direction. Not full force, but if it hits its target, she might just get a shoulder splattered with snow.