Galen just ever so slightly pointed at Barbara. "You know, you keep saying that, but I think you're just using that as an excuse to do things to me." There was frown that was on his face, but with a closer look, it was obviously faked. "You could throw another one at me, but now that you don't have me distracted, you would find the outcome very different." Galen chuckled while moving on from the snowball situation. He'd let her make an attempt, but now, he'd catch it. Galen only allowed himself to be caught unaware once. More than that, you'd end up dead.
"You are so kind." Rolling his eyes he approached closer to Barbara. "The kindest even." Sarcasm heavy in his tone but stopped short of continuing his barrage of sarcasm for a real question. "Snow angels?" He had heard the term of angels, but those were mythical things that didn't exist. "How do you make a snow angel?"
"Clint said that, but I'm not sure I still follow the difference." Chocolate was chocolate, right? Sure the candy he had, all had a slight different taste, but he assumed it was what was added to it that did that. The base chocolate didn't change. Right? "Well, I wouldn't mind trying Clint's hot chocolate."