Leaning back, Reynard looks her up and down. Suddenly he chuckles, hiding his smile by turning his head away for a moment. When he turns to her again he looks her over one more time. "I suppose you wouldn't react well to a snowfight, would you?"

"Very well." He walks over to the bench and dips his hand into the snow without disturbing it. When he raises the bag again the snow shudders until the bag seems completely clear again. Coming close to Hazel, he hands it over. Voice low he tells her, "You should try and have a bit more fun."