Go ahead, you beat me fair and square...you're still the snowball fight champion of the world...

[She looks up at her sister from her spot in the snow, with her hand covering an imaginary wound a ways off from where the snowball actually hit her. After all, if it was to be a fight to the figurative snowball death, she'd be remiss if she didn't play out the part.]

But today was the day I almost beat you...