[ Wont he get cold now, though? She knows protesting will be useless. He'll assure her that he's fine.
. . . And besides, she's kind of happy. The cloak smells like him, too. ]
Thank you. [ A murmur. Smiling to herself her fingers tighten around his through her gloves and she allows him to lead her.]
Looks like we've got the place to ourselves. [ Which is more than fine with her. Once there, she reaches down to scoop up some of the snow and pack it within her hands. ]
How do you do it? You just roll it? [ How do you build a snowman... ] Or do you gather a bunch up like sand?