[ As someone who's never even made snow angels, the novelty is a little lost on her. However, he seems well enough, so she chances a smile. ]

Good day to you, [ she greets. Adding, although far from in a disparaging tone: ] These sand drawings of yours don't look like much of anything.

[ She squints and, wait for it... ]

Oh, I understand! That one is supposed to be a rampaging bear. [ SO HAPPY AND PROUD OF HERSELF. ]