Bobby visibly lit up. Thankfully, not in a he-was-on-fire sort of way. She was joking! She was punning! Clearly, there was hope for her yet.

Creating the first two patches of ice were easy. Smooth, sparkling ice formed over the weapon and the fist, and then over the elbow, and then the shoulder. Sheets of ice connected the three disparate chunks as ice covered the man's mouth. Bobby was careful enough to allow him space to breathe, but not enough to allow him to speak.

"Every formal affair absolutely needs an ice sculpture, don't you think?" he asked, as ice started to cover the rest of their opponent.