[He'll let that snowball hit. In part, it's because he knows he can't dodge without slipping on the ice, in part it's to humor her. He scoops up the snow for his first throw, pauses just a shade of a moment to make sure he's calculating the throw right, and then launches it to sail just over and to the right of her head. Even if she moves in that direction, there should be just enough clearance.]
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