Yes. That makes this event the perfect kind of snowball fight for me...
No cold, no stinging pain of impending frostbite, no burning sensation in your lungs from trying to breathe air that is too cold, no frozen nose-hairs, no ridiculous numbers of layers between yourself and a bathroom, no walkways to shovel, no sopping wet bulky clothing to hang up and constantly mop underneath, no hard little balls of compacted snow caught in your scarf to unexpectedly brush against your neck when you aren't expecting it, no fogged up spectacles making you blind, no sudden splatters of snow against your cheek if you get hit, no embarassing whiffs of misses so far off no one can even tell who you were aiming at....

This event is about as close to a snowball fight as I want to come, these days.

Hahaha, I guess snowball fights are rare enough for me to be still charming.

I was usually on the losing side of those anyway, and sometimes people were assholes and would put ice in their snowballs, even though that was considered against the rules.

That seems quite rude, and also painful

Considering your usual weather, I'm even surprised you had thrown any!

That sounds like the perfect amount of times; not enough for the novelty and charm to have worn off.
>.<

I have too much of a sweet tooth; my favorite winter activity is drizzling sugar syrup on snow and trying to make the most elaborate designs possible without breaking them.
I'm terrible at it, which means I have to, oh no, eat all the broken ones...
So awful, tsk tsk.

Yum

Oh that's so cute, your cat came to you for reassurance and so you could fix the weather! That's adorable!! Sabre must have so much trust in you!

Hahaha, so cute!
Poor Sabre wondering why that white stuff was so horribly cold, when all he wanted was a blanket!