[When he feels that PIFF, his head actually snaps around, with something like murder in his expression... before it registers that the projectile was only snow, and the point of origin was a familiar human figure.]
[Well then.]
[The massive snowball in his hand is, almost carelessly, lobbed in Heather's direction.]
[Action]
[Well then.]
[The massive snowball in his hand is, almost carelessly, lobbed in Heather's direction.]