[SCT] Doesn't Have to be a Snowman

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

The carrot mystery would have to be solved by greater minds than theirs, obviously. Because Frank was already moving to make a third snowball by that point; using one hand to roll the snow while the other tossed another nearly perfectly formed one in hand. Clearly this was another of those weird little things that Frank could do well.

Though her aim did kind of suck. The first one might have hit Franck, but that was more of a fluke, that and he was only standing a few feet in front of her. Usually Frank relied on the fact that she could make and throw them faster than something like three other people.

All of which may explain why she let out a soft little "aww" when Franck asked for a truce. She still dropped the snowball she had in hand. "Way to ruin the fun, you fun---oooh, chocolate!' Frank clapped her hands, skipping about in the snow, kicking up more bits of it. She stopped though, whirling to lean in toward Franck. "But shouldn't we, like, be making more snowmen or something first? And you can totes pay if you're gonna be all French about it. But you know: snow family," she jerked her head toward their one snowman, who did look at least halfway decent, so he had that going for him.

[François Laffont]

Frank might not have a great aim but she seemed to never run out of snow and, in the end, it was Franck who moved the most to avoid her constant attacks. This explained why he was the one tackling her. He managed to escape quite a few of her snowballs but he barely had the time to make any to hit her with. Still, it had been a great fun and Frank appeared more than happy to stop when he mentioned chocolate.

He looked at their snowmen and the decision they made previously to create a whole little family for him. He shrugged. “We can still do that tomorrow. I’m all wet now, and not in a nice way,” he said before she jumped on his comment to imply something more suggestive. “Besides, maybe we’ll be able to snatch some skis or a snowboard to place it near them.” Of course, coming back to make more could only happen if Frank remembered. Franck thought the possibility of making more could be appealing enough for her to actually remember it, but anything could happen until then to have her change her mind.

He brought Frank to him and wrapped an arm around her as he gently but firmly moved her away from their snowman and back to the cabin. “If I really wanted to be all French, it would probably be a coffee instead of cocoa. And chestnuts. But I don’t think they have chestnuts...” Not that it mattered. The hot chocolate would be more than welcomed after this day.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank looked over Franck and had to nod in agreement with his assessment regarding his wetness. He was, in fact, quite wet on the whole. And it did seem as though they should be getting some skis or a snowboard or something like that. "You're right, we wouldn't want the snowmen to get bored and try to kill people or anything," she said, turning to look and nod. She still was tempted to get a few more going, but nothing said that she couldn't come back and finish up the project later.

So more nodding, and Franck brought Frank close and she giggled as he pulled her toward the cabins. "I dunno: I think French people probably drink cocoa from time to time too. And the chestnut thing is very Christmas-y. I think I got some one Christmas. You know," she nodded and looked over at her friend, "to roast over an open fire? They didn't taste very good."

Frank pulled a face at that, but soon laughed and threw her arm back around Franck, more than ready to head back into the cabin for cocoa (and to get the snowmen finished later).

[we could possibly end here if you wanted?]