"None at all. Do you have so little experience playing that you have no idea how to pack--" And get ready, Ben, because she's already beginning to make another. "Something like this together to make a ball and throw it?"

Even wet sand can make hardened balls. Much harder than snow, really, and she lifts her hand to throw her second, not sure she'll actually hit him this time if he's paying attention. It'd been nice, really, to get the first one dead center, even if he was going to be grumpy about it.