Bedivere laughed with a face full of snow, uncaring of the shill it caused. Cold and snow did not affect him at all. "Prat!" He quickly got up and made a snowball. "Better run!" And because he wasn't a sporty type, beyond swimming, he took aim and missed Bedivere by an inch. The snowball instead sailed past only to strike someone else. Bedivere froze with a sheepish look on his face, though really he was only marginally sorry... because he had been aiming at Gawain.