With a twinkle in his eye, Picard merely smiles and turns to the room behind him, kneeling to gather a small handful of the soft powder.

"Why don't you tell me, commander?" he says, packing the snow into a small, round ball, and tossing it at his second in command.

The snow is so soft and fresh that it splinters in mid-flight, casting a spray across those at the comms after it tags Riker in the shoulder. They all appear shocked for a moment.

And then the laughter begins.