The darkhaired young man looked down at the feisty, blackhaired girl. "Your aim is very good, " he said, wincing as a snowball hit him on the neck. "Thank you for joining me."
"Why are you aiming at their feet?" she challenged him.
"Because I'm the tallest. What's your name?" he said, trying to shake the snow out of his shirt.
"Fellwyne. What's yours?"
"I-- well-- call me Mellon."
"Friend? What kind of a name is that? Ooo! Got him!"
"Nice shot!"
"What's your real name?"
"Everybody calls me Mellon. Sort of."
"You're strange." She threw another snowball. "Missed! I'll get him this time!"
She did. "Impressive, " said Mellon. "I'm glad you decided to be on my side."
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