"Oh, Leonardo," he half-teased, placing his other hand on his heart. "I'd be hurt if I wasn't your first target." But he couldn't even finish the statement before he was laughing. "Yes, I'll absolutely teach you to make good snowballs. And we'll target practice against some trees. Nobody will expect it, but you'll be the best snowball-thrower on the field."

Smiling happily, he squeezed Leonardo's hand-- And then he saw just what he'd been talking about. Alistair pointed over between some houses where the snow was as yet undisturbed. "See, there? Like that. See how it sparkles? That's always so pretty."