"Come on, love, why don't ye trust me?"

"Because the last time I trusted you, I got a snowball to the face!"

"That was an accident! I threw it too early. I mean it, come on out, love! It's gettin' too cold. Let's go inside and have some cocoa."

You considered this for a moment, staring into the all-consuming whiteness that was your snow wall. Campbell was rarely known to joke about getting cocoa. And it had started to snow again. And the wind had picked up...

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After a moment of deliberation, you decided to stand, and what did you get? A snowball in the face. Again. Coupled with the sound of Campbell's laughter and a glimpse of his infuriating, cheeky, adorable face, complete with nose and cheeks red from cold.