[That makes him brighten a bit.]

Aye, snow and snowballs. And sometimes mud, I suppose.

We would battle, we’d pile snow high above the gates and trick people into walking under it, and we’d make snowmen.

I thought the snow should be on my side, at least. It’s in me.

[Jon Snow raises his eyebrows at her, to show her that this is more than half a jest — with a little kernel of truth in it.]