"Only a little," Conor replied, finally cracking a small grin. "And only because I'm pretty sure this ball of snow is as big as you are." He surveyed the mass of snow carefully, smoothing out imperfections or packing it together by hand as needed.
As he usually did, he couldn't stop himself from humming 'Do You Wanna Build A Snowman?', because he was nothing if not predictable. He made a slight indent in the top of the ball for the next one, then asked Brighid, "How's it going over there?"