While Vanille goes on, Yuki just reaches up on her tip toes and adjusts the head slightly, brushing away at where the two balls of snow meet, so that it's perfect and seamless. It's still missing arms, she hasn't gone off to find good sticks for that yet.

"It does not snow all the time," she says when she finally turns to look up at Vanille again. Her voice quiet and steady, words much slower than Vanille's. When she compliments the snowman, Yuki nods, happy with how he looks as well.

Charming is an interesting description.