"C'mere luv, before ye fall thru' the ice, yea?" Simon called out to you, holding your gloves out to you as you excitedly ran across the snow-covered park, pigtails dancing in the frosty wind.

Simon gave an exaggerated 'ouch' as you ran into his arms, which wrapped around your small frame lovingly, then pulled you apart a bit to talk.

"A'rght, you said ye wanted to play, yeah? 'Kay, I seek, you hide. How long would ye like me to count, ey? Till ten or twenty?" he offered.