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—! [ 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. ]

[twinkle_toes]

[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!]