The sudden explosion of cold against the back of her head caused a jolt in response, plate tipping from her already loose grip and spilling the remaining cookies into the snow, crushing one under the heel of her boot before coming to a stop. But Mabel wasn't too troubled by the loss, leaving the final cookie held in her lips while brushing some of the melting snow out of her hair. Turning slowly and backtracking toward him, Mabel shrugged without explanation, although looking plenty amused.