Sammy and Zee
"I could have guessed it was you," Sam said, grinning as he rolled and packed the snow in his hands, forming a nice solid ball that would break apart on contact if he threw it. For the moment, he acted like he wasn't going to, and had no intention of throwing it.
"Can't say I'm thrilled with the fact is's snowing the first of June, but I'm enjoying the chill," he told her. He made no secret of the fact he loved snow, and the cold.