Disappointed but only vaguely so by his early retreat, Mabel flung the cookie plate at Mitch's back with her last swell of aggression and eased off her elbows to fall back into the snow without even waiting to see if she managed to hit him. As easy as it was to accept the concept of having strong feelings toward Mitch, expressing them as anything but negative was going to take some getting used to. Love was a rather new emotion that she wasn't quite sure how to handle. Mabel squinted against the bright sun while stretching out in the snow lazily, intent on enjoying the fresh air and the numbing cold a bit longer before working up any motivation to get back inside.
She'd track him down later, or he'd track her down, or they'd just happen to cross paths, but the important thing was that she'd see him again sometime soon even though she didn't care to chase after him now. She wasn't going to take his earlier demand of her too strictly, and she didn't mind giving him a head start either.