"More like best pain-in-the-ass," Tal snorted but didn't deny the recipient, going back to carefully adding and scraping away the snow as he looked from Bell to his growing sculpture and back again. Pale eyes rolled and he made a show of heaving a misunderstood sigh at Delia's questions. "Everyone's a critic," he lamented to Boreal, who blithely ignored him as she continued following mouse tunnels under the snow.
"It's gonna be Lily!" he finally revealed, giving Delia the soulful look of a wounded artist. Okay, even he had to admit that it didn't look much like her yet, but it was a work in progress! He dug more snow out of the bag and began piling it higher to build up the front more. "Yeah, yeah, but it's memory snow. It holds together better'n regular snow." He threw his chin towards the precarious patch with a grin. "But hey, I guess I wouldn't mind a little help, if you want to get patting." Smooth, Tal.
"What're you doin' out here today?" he asked as they worked.
"It's gonna be Lily!" he finally revealed, giving Delia the soulful look of a wounded artist. Okay, even he had to admit that it didn't look much like her yet, but it was a work in progress! He dug more snow out of the bag and began piling it higher to build up the front more. "Yeah, yeah, but it's memory snow. It holds together better'n regular snow." He threw his chin towards the precarious patch with a grin. "But hey, I guess I wouldn't mind a little help, if you want to get patting." Smooth, Tal.
"What're you doin' out here today?" he asked as they worked.
