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Is there some kind of law that I missed requiring hats? [ He releases her hand, but only so he can slide his arm around her back, both protectively and possessively. ] I'd take my chances, but a red nose isn't a good look on anyone.

[ He's not really paying as much attention to where they are or where they going as he should be, but he figures it out eventually. ]

I've had worse offers.

I promise that when we're done later you can totally do what you want to do and not have to pander to my snow whims.

[ But it's so thick and fluffy and she really wants to play in it, build a snowman or make a snow angel and hang out with Jace as much as she can. ]

Oh really? I'm going to hold you to that, I hope you know that.

[ He's not as opposed as he's making out, though, and even the cold can't make him turn around and leave her to it. ]

You can hold me to anything.

[ Wait. ] Um, I didn't mean it like that.

[ He looks at her, eyebrows lifted in amusement, and then he snorts a laugh. ]

It might be a little cold right now, but maybe when the snow's melted.

[ A little bit bolder. ]

There are places without snow.

If this was a test on logic, you'd be well on your way to becoming a fully fledged Shadowhunter.

[ Sticking her tongue out at him. ]

Boys with too much sarcasm don't get to kiss me any longer, I've decided.

Hey, that was a compliment. [ Kind of. ] Fine, all right, you win. I'll tone it down. A little. It's all about the wet white stuff.

[ She grins, leans up to give him a chaste but sweet kiss. ]

So, snowmen?

[ He sighs, all dramatic and put upon, but he loves it really. ]

What about snowhunters? I'm not letting this opportunity to pass to build a snow version of you.

As long as you don't fall in love with the snowme instead. That would suck.

[ She grins, stops at the park. ]

Nah, a snow version of you would be cold and wet, which isn't what I'm really into.

[ He leans against the trunk of the nearest tree, looks at what they've got to work with. ] That's a lot of white.

So you'd rather I'm warm and dry? [ Wait. ] That sounds weird.

It's an improvement to the thought that crossed my mind. [ Which is warm and wet, but even he's not going there right now, he's not that mean. ]

[ Tucking her hair behind her ears. ]

I'm not even going to ask, Lightwood. Now come on, snow. [ Bouncing out a little. ]

If you insist, Fray.

[ Following her, he scoops up a hefty amount, packs it together to make a hard ball, and throws it against a tree with a fair amount of force. ]

Show off.

[ She grins at him, perfectly happy to watch him. ] That's not the point of snow and you know it.

Are you actually telling me a snowball fight wouldn't be a great idea right now if we could only get the people together?

[ It seems like the best thing to do with it to him. But he promises snowmen. ] Oh, fine, all right, come on. Where are we lining them up?

You have an unfair advantage.

[ She grins as she moves off to the middle of the field and sinks to her knees, letting the wet soak into her jeans because she doesn't care. She just starts packing the snow up, trying to get enough that she can start rolling. ]

Only one?

[ He follows, lagging behind, and he watches with a smile plastered on his face as she eagerly digs in before he actually drops down beside her and joins in, starting on a ball for the head and purposefully taking his time so he doesn't finish before her. She's worth being wet and cold for. ]