War laughed as she and Famine toppled over, and she quickly scrambled on top of him, hooking her legs around his arms and sitting solidly on his chest. "Just try to get rid of me no--" she began, but was quickly silenced by a faceful of snow.

She spat some of it back out and dumped more on his face, taking particular glee in stuffing more into his coat. And she was still sopping wet.