They passed several long minutes in a silence that, if not awkward exactly, was a little strange.
A quick glance over at Stefan, who seemed lost in his own thoughts, lead Vlad to making a snap decision. Today would be a good day, if he had anything to say about it.
So, reaching down and scooping up some snow (oh so very quietly, he didn't want the other man to suspect what he was up to) he began to roll it into a familiar round shape. Then, when he was finally satisfied, he called the young man's name, lobbing the snowball directly at his face as he turned.
Then, rather than waiting for what would undoubtedly be a priceless reaction, he took off. Laughing uproariously as he went.