[ She looks a little guilty when his expression actually sours and attempts to heel her dog (the attempts go absolutely unheeded, of course; the creature is still too fascinated by the concept of snow that he seems to have forgotten that she even exists), and she lifts her hand at him with her palm open in a sort of wave. ]

Yes! I don't have gloves on, so that was waaay easier than making a snowball.

[ But her face scrunches in sudden amusement. ]

Were you going to say Merlin's beard? Is that a thing you were actually going to say? [ Because James had explained that to her, at least. ]