"I don't speak that Frog language," he joked, knowing precisely three languages and one of them, he wouldn't ever repeat if he could help it. But he knew what 'moi' meant at the very least. "Oh you'll get it..." Eventually. He wondered how soon he could get a babysitter.
The head was finished rather quickly while Conor worked on whatever he was doing with the ice. "Alright, my little love," he told Bri, "It's time." She squealed and clapped gloved hands as Cass lifted the head onto Mr. Bumbles, the lumpy snowman. If anything, the blond hoped that this one would not be given life as a magical entity of any sort. It would likely just beg for death, the poor thing.
Bri remembered the purple carrot and carefully pushed it into Mr Bumbles rather empty face, followed by two stones for eyes. The girl smiled at Conor and nodded, though her voice was solemn, "Oh yes, he'll need the help."