She laughed just a little as he frowned at her, "Would I do that to you?" She asked him with a teasing grin on her face, hands stuffed into her pockets keeping her hands warm, she'd have to find some gloves eventually. But for today she was more than okay with spending her time out in the snow with bare hands. "You mean I'd still hit you in the face." She teased as he suggested that maybe she might not hit him if she tried it a second time. But snow was for things like that, throwing and snow ball wars and fun and snow angels and building forts and sledding and all of it. And if this was Galen's first time well she needed to make sure he had a good one didn't she?
"I know, I know." She accepted his sarcastic praise magnanimously. "Yes! Snow angels, they're fun." She assured him, grabbing for his hand and tugging him toward where the snow had been building up a bit but hadn't been trampled on yet and then stood there beside him. "So you do like this." She demonstrated, standing beside him and holding her hands out at her sides and then falling backwards into the fresh snow with a laugh. "And then you do this." And she began moving her arms and legs to create the familiar pattern. "We didn't get to do this very often," She explained as she worked on her angel, "In the city the snow gets all gross and dirty so quick you never really get to play in it much unless you've got the timing down perfect." Which almost never happened in her life. She kind of had issues with timing.
"After that you just-" She grunted as she worked to push herself up as gingerly as possible so she wouldn't destroy her work - "And then tadah!" She held out her hands wide showing off what she'd created, "A snow angel!"
"I think maybe you could make it work, I just don't think it would be very good, the chocolate they use for making candy is usually not as good quality as the sort you'd want for making hot chocolate." She explained, "And of course all the fillings and things might melt weird too." She shrugged. It might be possible of course, but she wasn't sure that it was the sort of thing that would be very good. Not when Clint was offering them some of the real stuff.