Sean steps back when he sees what she's doing, but turns away just a fraction of a second too late when she actually throws the damn thing, letting out a shout that gives way to a laugh as snow scatters across his shoulder and into his face. "Depends on what ye mean by gettin' away wi' it," he says, not bothering to brush himself off before bending over to scoop up a handful of hastily-packed snow to toss right back at her. It's such a silly little thing, getting to goof off like this, immediately calling to mind winters back in County Mayo with Maeve and Tom years ago, but for once, the remembrance isn't an unpleasant one. It's a good memory.

"'Cause ye're nae gettin' off easy, that's fer damn sure."