oh my god crying
Oh-- [she sits up suddenly, a little startled - her hat left behind in the snow, her hair a damp mess as she looks around--]
Hello, Arthur. [she beams] I'm fine! I haven't seen snow in a really long time. I thought...I'd make a snow angel. [she looks a bit sheepish about doing something so childish as she gestures behind her. and then, as if it would justify her actions:] So much fresh powder.