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Well, there's a lot now, so you should use it all while you can!

[To make snowballs. For snowball fights. A concept he will quickly explain to her with much glee. Attention now fully pulled away from their snow angels of minutes earlier, he crouches down, grabbing large handfuls of snow and rolling it between his hands to make a crudely shaped ball that he holds up for inspection.]

You have to make a snowball first for a snowball fight. Then once you make it—

[Without warning, he flings it towards Lucina. But he's careful to throw it towards her midsection, a part of her less likely to be injured by a wayward snowball.]

—you throw it at the other person!

[He looks inordinately pleased with himself.]

—! [ It's instinct, almost, the way she tenses and her hand twitches for the sword that's not by her side. She had been attentive in listening to Aang's explanations, until the sudden snowball that lands squarely in her middle.

It's not painful, but it is surprisingly; it takes her a minute to recover, then... ] I believe I have seen this. [ She just didn't know there was an actual name for it. ]

Someone ambushed me with a challenge not along ago. [ She won, of course, but because there was a certain dog they were supposed to be walking helped out. But anyway — she reaches down, gathering up the snow until it forms a compact shape in her hand. ] Like so?

[ She holds it out for him to see, before switching tactics and throwing it straight for his middle. ]

[There are names for everything in the great wide world of childhood (and now adulthood for Lucina) and if there isn't—then someone will come along and make up a silly name for it.

Aang's about to nod approval over her snowball - much nicer than his own, but she seems like a far more precise person than he - but loses the chance to once she wallops him solidly in the gut. With an oof, he stumbles backwards, face flashing a myriad of emotions: surprise, vague annoyance at being caught off-guard, and then delight at her easy acceptance of his challenge.

It's on.]

That was cheating!

[It wasn't, at all, but he'll claim it anyway, laughing and darting off for shelter so he can wrangle up more snowballs and win this battle.

Commence Snowball Fight, Round Two!]

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