"Well yeah, but that's because I've been doing it for a long time," Conor told her. "You should have seen the first one I made, it fell down after only five minutes."
Conor looked from the carrot, to Cass, and back again, and a smirk appeared on his own face. "I never back down from a challenge," he informed the other man, taking the carrot. He stuck it in his pocket, and gathered up another handful of snow. This ball would only be about one-third the size of the base, then he'd make the middle. The head spun in the air as he turned it, smoothing it down until he was satisfied. Two stones made its eyes, and then the oversized carrot (he snorted again as he set it in place) made the nose. He set it carefully aside for now.