Though Mitch always had the advantage that Mabel ignored before, the size and strength difference between them was certainly more pronounced now than when they were children and perhaps caught her slightly off guard. She didn't even have the chance to register his intentions to properly brace herself against the shove, the resulting stumbling slip and fall backwards into the snow rather graceless with splayed limbs and a quiet grunt. But it wasn't all that surprising, Mabel decided while blinking up at Mitch through refocusing vision, knowing that was precisely the sort of reaction she was prodding for without any clearer goal in mind than the thrill of it.
Daze fading, she quietly finished what was left of the cookie in her mouth, licking the green icing from the corners of her lips. It left her tongue feeling unpleasantly sticky and far too dry, mind wandering to the possibility of hot tea once she got back inside. The chill of the snow was seeping through her clothing now, and although openly shivering, she wasn't about to scramble back to her feet.
Propping herself lazily up on her elbows, Mabel sharply kicked him sideways in the kneecap and then again at the back of his ankle, making use of the corners of her heels.