Hawke squealed as a ball of fluffy white snow went sailing over her head. Maker that was too close! Her fingers tingled, nearly frozen, but she reached down and scooped up some of the white powder, rolling into a ball before she wheeled her arm back and sent it flying across the courtyard.
She whooped in victory as it hit its target, the very stunned face of her dwarven friend, Varric.
"Not fair!" Varric yelled out, swiping the snow off his face. "You can move faster than me!"
"Oh don't you dare start with the whole your legs are longer, you can move faster bs!" Hawke scoffed. "The bet was who would get the snow in their face first."
"Bianca says your an unfair, biased cheat!" He pouted, crossing his arms stubbornly.
"Hey!" She stomped over to him, her boots crunching in the snow. "I don't really care what your jealous girlfriend has to say in your defense." She grinned and held out her hand. "I won fair and square. Pay up."
He grumbled, but in the end placed the gold coins in her hand. "Cheater."
"Varric my friend! I learn from the best!" She grinned wider and pocketed the coins. "A piece of advice? You would be better off...sticking to your strengths."
His eyes widened, then he too grinned wide. "Bite me, Hawke."
He'd made a bet with her that she couldn't flirt, and she'd lost, but as they said, revenge was a bitch.