"Truce," Savannah echoed, smirking as she took the outstretched hand in her own. "And they'll never see it coming."
Bending over, she began to gather up enough snow for her own snowball, packing it between her mitten-clad hands. She hadn't planned on becoming involved in the fight -- but now that she was here, she certainly wasn't going to run away from it.
"Ready!" she told her ally, one snowball in each hand.