Though she noticed Tate putting his plate away, Persephone was oblivious to him picking up the snow. She was, however, very aware of it when he pressed it to her neck. She squealed, dropping her empty goblet on the picnic blanket, and her heart racing from the sudden shock. Breathless, she turned to him with an indignant expression, even as she shivered again. "Tate!" Even though they were surrounded by snow, the warming charms that were keeping them comfortable had tricked her into thinking that it was warmer than it actually was.
"That's just mean," she complained, somewhere between shock and laughter with a slight pout on her lips.