"Just because you encounter metal females doesn't mean they're all that way. There are plenty of daft and incredibly silly men out there as well," Katie said, tossing Oliver a carrot. She looked at his snowman and frowned. He was missing something. "He needs a kit and a broom." Katie glanced at her own snowman and sighed. Hers was quite pitiful. Apparently, she was shite at building snow people. The head was lopsided and the arms were... nonexistent. Biting her lip, she stared at the pile of snow. Really? It didn't look a thing like a snowman. More like a pile of poorly shoveled snow. Not to mention, one of the eyes was wonky and sliding downward. She shoved a carrot into its face, hoping that would help. It didn't.
"Stupid snowman," she muttered, kicking it, taking a chunk of its leg out.
Glancing back at Oliver, she raised a brow and smirked. "There's not enough room for you to lie down out here." Poor Oliver. She could find any way to turn it around and take the mickey out of him and his sheer brawniness.
Plopping down on her bum, she fell backward into the snow. It was cold and wet but snow angels were a must and she felt like a kid. Standing up, she brushed the snow off her backside and looked at her snow angel and sent a little charm its way, watching it flicker and look as though it was flying.
Katie sighed. "Both of you made much better snowmen then me. I think I need to keep practicing."