Scott pushed himself back to his feet, seeming to have forgotten all about their fight-- or the fact that Barda wanted to haul him back to Apokolips in the first place. His boots crunched in the snow beneath them as Scott turned in a circle, looking up at the hazy, cloudy sky from which snow was still sprinkling cheerily, confusion written across his face.
"This isn't--" He started to say, turning his attention to Barda but stopped speaking suddenly when he noticed the way she was looking around; surprised, confused, maybe even a little awed. It made him smile, fondly.
Scott hadn't known snow until he had come to Earth either-- and the fact that he'd forgotten that and taken it for granted almost felt... nice. Normal. He wanted to share with her what he had learned.
"It's snow, Barda." He said, reaching down to scoop up a handful of it. "It's really cold water. You can eat it-- look." He lifted the pristine snow to his mouth and took a bite of it to demonstrate. It was a lot like an unflavored, more solid slurpee.
He held out the half eaten ball of snow towards her for her inspection, though his attention turned back to the problem at hand (well, one of them at least) with a concerned frown. "But it's not supposed to be here. This part of Earth doesn't get snow at this time of year."