Conor shrugged. "Picture it in my head, move my hands, and a few seconds later, I have a snow tornado. I've been doing it for so long it's pretty much second nature." He let the big ones fall back into piles of flakes, and a few moments later, the small one disappeared as well.
He nodded. "99% of the people who come through are fine," he told her. "It's that 1% that get really drunk, or think they're funny, and they're the ones who leave me with work to do. And yeah, sometimes they do take a while. But it's usually worth it, in the end."