Ramza found himself staring up at the hazy winter sky. Luckily, the snow had cushioned his fall. He considered tackling Yuffie to avenge himself, but she was likely too agile, and he was wearing armor and did not wish to inadvertently harm her on the off-chance she did not dodge the attack.

He scrunched his eyes shut as the snowball plopped down on his face. He shook the loose snow off. "Are you spreading cheer, or pneumonia?" he teased, sitting up and giving another dog-like shake to free the snow from his hair. "And it is a competition?" What sort of prize might await the most cheerful celebrator of the Starlight Festival?