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She grinned, her eyes fluttering as he kissed her. "So am I free to come with if I walk good enough?"
"Ah, but I wouldn't love you less," he reassured. "I'd just be disappointed."
She grabbed as many snowballs as she could, and went after him, mercilessly chucking them at him.
She laughed, her eyes bright. "I did! Just to fix your messy hair."
He grinned. "Maybe so. Is that a bad thing?"
She raised her arm to block it, and flinched as it crumbled against her. She threw a barrage at him in retaliation.
She stood up and carefully walked over to him, wiping the dirt off his forehead, a brushing her fingers through his hair. "Better."
"Maybe not unforgivable," he teased, "but a little disappointing."
She laughed, picking up multiple snowballs she had made to throw at him.
She looked up at him when he entered, her eyes curious as she smiled. "Hey."
He laughed. "I would question your taste, probably."
She saw him and threw the snowball, jumping back after.
(Yep!)
He nodded. "Of course. I didn't expect anything else."
The snowball whizzed past her head, and she grabbed her own, aiming for when he appeared again.
She pursed her lips with a small sigh, a slight grin crossing her face.
He smiled and kissed the top of her head.
She looked around her tree, her eyes bright and fierce as they met his.
She smiled brightly at him. "I love you, too."
He smiled, brushing back her hair. "I love you."
