With the biting cold of the winter season, so does snow fall upon the ground. Piled on everything one could find, fresh, pristine white snow blankets the ground.

You and Scaramouche sit together on the back porch, observing the falling snow in blissful silence.

That is, until you feel a splash of snow hit the side of your face. You turn your head, only to be met with that impish grin of his. He had thrown a snowball at you..!

“What? Can’t handle a little snow?” He jeered. How absurd.