It's the least I can do, considering you're keeping me armed.

[Cissie flashes him a grin, and thankfully the cold has turned her cheeks pink enough to conceal the flush that creeps up when he compliments her.]

Thanks. It's kind of what I do. [She hurtles another snowball at someone aiming for the back of John's head. She wins.] I'm an archer. I compete professionally.