Soon enough, the bridge is light with laughter and mirth, confusion and joy. There is no telling how long it might have gone on for, if the captain had not made an observation once the snow on his person began to fade.

"Can anyone tell me why Lieutenant Worf is not at his post?" he says, voice carrying some of his natural authority.

The joy does not leave the room, but it does quiet some, as no one is able to satisfy the captain's question. Picard looks about, sensing that something is very amiss here.