Snowmageddon (Day 9 Midmorning)

[Silas Myles Pearson]

"Yeah." Silas laughed. "Never thought playing around in the snow could be this hot." He lifted his hands above his face. "Still I think some hot Kaff would be nice."

[Taime Jorel]

He nods. "Hot anything would be good. Maybe soup." His belly rumbled. "Apparently my appetite is a fan of the cold."

[Silas Myles Pearson]

"Apparently." Silas replied with a laugh, before lurching to his feet. "Hey, why don't we all go in and get something to warm us up." He called to the others, before offering Taime his hand to help the other boy up.

[Taime Jorel]

He took Silas's hand and was a little impressed by his strength as he hauled himself up. He waves at the others. "Come on. Last one in is made of bantha droppings!"

[Zanja]

"I guess. Sure you don't want a rematch instead?" Zanja had flopped backward into the snow, effectively making a snow... whatever you call a thing that has wings but also horns, in a galaxy without Earthling cosmology. Now she shoved herself up on one elbow, preparing to get up again.

[Silas Myles Pearson]

"It's a different contest everytime." Silas replied with a grin. "Though I suppose a tie breaker is in a order sometime." Walking over to Zanja he offered a hand to help her up.

"Really I think you need to figure out what you are going to make for us first though."

[Zizzy Roosh]

Zizzy was covered in snow and carefully brushed off as much as she could. "I feel a little picked on you know." She stuck her tongue out at the boys. "It was pretty fun though, good idea Silas."

[Silas Myles Pearson]

Silas stuck his tongue out at Meli, he recalled being hit by every girl at least once. It was like they held a grudge or something.

"Glad you had fun!" He replied after a moment. " hope everyone else did too!"

[Zanja]

"It was good. I need more practice, though." Standing now, Zanja shook half-melted ice out of her hair and grabbed another lump of snow, grinning as she juggled it from one hand to the other. "This stuff doesn't throw too well."

"I, uh, got a lot more experience eating than cooking. You don't want me trying anything too complicated..."

[Silas Myles Pearson]

"Nah, it really doesn't." Silas replied with a laugh. They had their fair share of trouble getting hits as well.

"As for what to make? It doesn't have to be fancy. Not like you'll get many fancy ingredients here anyways. So whatever you three can come up with." He paused thoughtfully. "Maybe we can all meet up after our masters are decided?"