[ clementine laughs again despite herself, and the sound- and the ease with which it comes surprises her. she raises an eyebrow at him and juts a finger out in his direction until it presses against his arm. ]

If you eat our carrots, you're going to be in trouble.

[ a smile tugs across her face as she pulls the gloves out of her pockets and on to her hands as if decisively. this is happening now. she's going to make a snowman, and even if they're both actually terrible at it, it doesn't seem like it matters so much.

she moves to the closet, opening it so they can pull out what they need from inside. she's done so much. making a snowman shouldn't be- it shouldn't stop her in her tracks even if it did. maybe because she doesn't want to be someone incapable of it, incapable of fun or lightheartedness or being a kid.

like some part of her really did get that fucked up. ]

So... that means we need carrots and other stuff like hats, right?