Aaron beamed at Marta before running off after the kid, finding his own shelter behind the nearest tree. He couldn't remember when he'd ever thrown a snowball for fun and not because there was some dickhead trying to kill him on a mountainside or whatever. Aaron scooped up mounds of snow and made them into perfect snowballs, waiting for the perfect moment. "OH LOOK, I FOUND A TWENTY!" he yelled, hoping to lure the kid out.