[Blake's hand comes up on reflex]

[The snowball thuds into his palm. It feels like a regular old snowball, though a lot less prone to falling apart and not lumpy and asymmetrical like they usually turn out.]

[Experimentally, he tosses it in the air a couple times. The deeply-ingrained scowl lines on his face fade a little.]

Huh. I haven't chucked one of these around since I was a kid.

[he shoots a glare at Jack]

I don't wanna hear a word about how long ago that must've been.