She half expects to be told that she's being ridiculous. And maybe she is, an adult woman building a snowman by herself. Usually this is something that children do.

But they're in the middle of the Hinterlands (which as far as Lacey can tell has only two defining characteristics: huge and cold), and there's nothing pressing going on right at the moment, and Lacey's feeling nostalgic. Maybe Gwenaëlle is too, or maybe she's just bored. Or lonely, though, looking at her, Lacey's not sure the Orlesian woman would admit to that.

"All right," she says, "If you'd like. I've just gotten started." Because why not? She doesn't know this woman well, and from what little she does know of her she's not exactly the most pleasant person in the world, but if Gwenaëlle is rude then Lacey has more than enough backbone to ask her to leave.

And it's a snowman. So why not.