Guess who's walking around and not expecting to get beaned in the head by an errant snowball - it's this little Archivist! Jon is in fact so startled by the stray projectile, he's knocked clean off his feet and topples over into a small snowdrift on the side of the path. He lands with a short yelp, spilling the contents of the package in his arms onto the ground. It's just a few tins of various specialty teas - luckily sealed tight - and they end up scattered nearby.

Jon is too bewildered by the accidental assault to do anything but lie there, stunned, for a long moment. At least the snowball wasn't hard enough to leave a scar?