Clara laughs as the snowball makes contact and the little boy whines, having to cover her mouth with both hands so she doesn't make it worse for the poor little thing. "You go off now," she calls out in her best teacher voice, peering up over the edge of the snowbank. "Go home!" Pointing, she's just barely able to hold in a fit of laughter.

The second the boys turn and run away she loses it, laughing so hard that she plops down to sit in the snow. Given her luck, she sinks right in until it's even with her head, and that causes her to yelp and sputter as she scrambles to stand up again. She's definitely not dressed to be covered in snow and ice this way, and looks about as happy as a cat that's been dunked in water by the time she's upright.

"And now," she chatters as she glances back over at him. "We're going to retreat before any of the rest of them get ideas."