( They're both emotional saps, truly. But Vash doesn't mind a little bit of crying when it comes from something good, and so he lets her wipe her tears without panicking, beaming in response as they make their way to the big, beautiful tree. )

Oh, I'm so good at aiming. If I were to get into a real snowball fight I think I might need to get some sort of handicap, so I didn't ruin the game. Though maybe my bad luck would even it out.

( He'd fall face first into something, he's sure of it. )