Henry nodded in answer to Tas's question. "I get dreams," he said. Henry wouldn't at all describe his dreams as being great. They weren't dull, as he had first expected them to be, but they certainly did not fall into the category of great. Tas's on the other hand, must have.
He watched Tas dive for cover and actually believed the other young man would be defending his end of the field with everything he had. This was going to be interesting.
Henry quickly finished shaping his snowball and threw it in Tas's direction just as the man ducked behind his barricade. Then Henry went for his own.