Right. Time to put Mister Bliss back in his place. Barely aware that she can't feel her feet anymore from the cold, Effie propels herself skyward to greet him with two fistfuls of balled-up water. Like snowballs, but wetter.

The Spirit is eager to engage with the object of her fascination, but Effie is not the greatest flyer. She doesn't have the coordination down, yet. And she's not super-fond of heights, either.

"Come back here!"