Jon forsakes any and all water pistols. They're strange and unwieldy, and a lifetime in Winterfell winning (and losing, though you'll not hear him admit to that) snowball fights have trained him well to wield water balloons like fistfuls of snow, with a bit of unerring accuracy, and a complete lack of mercy. He's utterly soaked, himself, though how much of that was purposeful on his part to abate the oppressive heat is up for debate (all of it, he might insist, though that's hardly true.)

He can be found perched up on the sturdier branches of trees near the edges of the clearing, dropping water bombs down on the unsuspecting, or he might be camping behind bushes lamenting his lack of ability to construct a reliable snowfort for a shield, either way he spends the afternoon actually acting his age for once. Who knew all it took was some southron weather and a game that reminds him of childhood?