Scotty wasn't surprised that someone had eventually joined him, but he sure as hell wasn't expecting anyone to approach by dance. He couldn't help but laugh when he realized what he was watching, and debating dancing too, just because the situation was already goofy, but he hadn't made up his mind on participating before she was already there next to him. Instead he just grinned and took the thermos from her, nodding and giving her a quiet thanks.
"Oh snap! Yo, I didn't even think of spray paint. Shit, there was probably some up there, too," he cried, glancing up at the top floor of the house before looking back at his poor ugly snowlady. He hadn't even given it a proper snowman face, just the carrot nose. The mouth was a smile he had shaved into the snow with his finger. The eyes were grapes.
"It's not so much the look I was going for as much as it's the look I ended up with." He snickered. Calling anything that he had done here an artistic choice was generous. "It's supposed to look like someone in the house. Part of my dare. I figured pink hair would be a dead giveaway, right? Make up for my lack of art skills. And your dare is... the dancing thing?" He smirked.