[ His gaze flicks down to the broken snowball on the floor, and he laughs quietly. ] Don't worry! There's plenty more where that came from.

[ He cups his hands in front of his face and blows gently, forming a snowball seemingly out of nothing - just mist and cold and a light blue glow that vanishes quickly, leaving only a pristine, round snowball in its place. He holds it out to her. ]

Try again? You can throw it at practically anybody. Even me, if you're feeling like getting even.