Viola gives him an exasperated look, but it's undercut somewhat by the speed with which she draws the cloak more tightly around her shoulders. Still, her tone is dry as she says, "I thank thee."

"...feet," she echoes. She squats down and starts scooping up some snow as well, to pat onto the base that Sebastian already began. "Dare I demand wherefore thou didst decide to build a snowman?"