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Jonny paused when the ramp door opened.
“What the fuck is that.”
“What the fuck is what?” Scuzz asked, stopping beside him and trying to figure out what was weird about the scene in front of them.
The somewhat hilly land in front of them was covered in snow, the white blanket glittering in the sun. Smoke was rising from the chimneys of some distant houses, and the soft wind carried a faint chatter of people going about their day.
Jonny turned to Scuzz, so confused, “The-the white stuff? It’s, like, all around?”
“Why are you two still standing here?” Nastya asked, walking down the ramp towards them.
Jonny ignored her in favour of investigation. He made his way to the edge of the ramp, and knelt down.
He stared at the white stuff. He reached out with his hand, and poked it.
… It didn’t react.
Nastya and Scuzz burst into laughter.
“Did you think it was going to attack you or something?” Nastya said while trying to take deep breaths.
“Shut up!” Jonny said, cheeks growing red. “You two aren’t telling me what this is – and you clearly know what it is – so I guess I gotta find out for myself! Also, Nastya,” he added, “you didn’t know what sand was on that last planet, so you have nothing to laugh at me for.”
Nastya just pointed her tongue at him.
“Jonny,” Scuzz chuckled, but the man turned away already, “it’s not dangerous. This is called snow. It’s quite literally just– aaaand he’s eating it.”
Jonny turned towards the other two, mouth full, “You took too long.”
Nastya started laughing once again, and the motion caused her to stumble, misstep, then fall face-first into the snow off the side of the ramp.
It was Jonny’s turn to laugh now.
Nastya picked herself up, and scowled at him. She looked down at the ground, crouched, and gathered up a large fistfull of snow, packing it together into a neat snowball with her hands. Before Jonny was done laughing, she threw the thing at his face.
“Oomph!” Jonny let out, falling over into the snow himself.
“Snowball fight!” Scuzz called out excitedly, running off the ramp and down the snowy field.
Soon, there was a three-way war going on, with each participant trying to one-up the other two.
Nastya tried to incrementally build a snowfort in-between each thrown snowball, so she could hide behind the thing. Scuzz kept crouching behind every log, every smaller pile of snow, everything and anything, even if it didn’t seem physically possible for her to do so. And Jonny? Jonny successfully snuck up on Nastya and executed a coup on her snowfort.
Tackled to the floor, Nastya kicked against Jonny, and the two rolled over snow, icy crystals hanging to their clothes and hair – and face, when Nastya pushed Jonny’s into the ground.
“Now you’re a real snowman,” she laughed.
Jonny pushed himself up, his face completely white.
“What’s a snowman?”
Scuzz crouched down next to the two. She and Nastya looked at each other. Then they looked at Jonny.
Each of the two took one of Jonny’s hands, and they pulled him up to his feet.
“We are making a snowman, right now,” Scuzz decided.
Nastya grinned, “And we can totally make an igloo!”
“And we can go sledding!” Scuzz added.
“Yeah, you’re just saying words now,” Jonny said, but he’d caught some of the excitement of the other two.
Nastya and Scuzz looked at each other again.
“We’re raiding the town to steal sleds, right?” Scuzz asked.
“Oh, absolutely,” Nastya nodded. “And we’re getting some carrots so we can make plenty of snowmen.”
“And some big shovels so we can make the igloo more easily,” Scuzz agreed.
“I still don’t know what you two are saying–” Jonny piped up.
“Don’t worry about it,” Nastya said, waving Jonny’s words away. “We’re going on a quick supply run, and then we’ll show you all the fun stuff.”
Jonny pouted, “We were already having fun.”
“We’re gonna have even more fun,” Scuzz chuckled. She grabbed Jonny under the elbow, and started to drag him with her. “Now come on! We probably don’t have a lot of daylight left!”