The Force is good for things like whispering a warning when you're about to get shot with a blaster bolt or three.

It apparently doesn't bother extending the same courtesy when it comes to snowballs.

And he'd been busy tugging his glove back on, not paying Kara any particular attention. So he yelps when it makes contact with his back and some of it manages to trickle its way under his coat and down his spine. "Hey!"

But he's grinning, at least, as he scoops up some snow of his own and tosses it back at her.