Northstar Vale tuesday, the seventeenth, bright lights and camaraderie

At her question, Jax leapt to his paws and instantly began piling up snow with his nose, until it made a small lump. He gave her time to admire his art, then smacked it hard enough with his paw to send the snow flying, uttering an insincere "oops" as he hit the snow straight towards her face, hopefully replacing the white she had just removed.

"One second there, next second gone. Except getting smacked in the face with snow, you get smacked in the face with hot, deadly mud. That's explode, grandpa." He drug out the last word annoyingly, then trotted in a circle around her, tired of not moving. "What do the kids these days like to do? Let's do that. Still bored, still could explode."