"I made myself some." Reynard scoops up a bit of snow, shapes it into a ball and then holds it out to the man. For all intents and purposes it looks as if an eyeball is looking back at Majima… That is until Reynard squeezes his fingers and it explodes in a small puff of snow. The Winter spirit laughs and shakes his head.

"Ok. So maybe I didn't make them, exactly, but I was fixed up rather nicely."