Courfeyrac is maybe giving Gary too much credit--he'd made the snowmen because he was bored and it seemed like a fun prank, and eventually got himself invested when he was left to his own devices. Still, he's definitely not going to turn down a compliment, especially one from his usually quiet and somber districtmate. Gary beams and lazily tosses a snowball in the air.

"Hey. No problem." He gives an exaggerated wink. "I guess I could use a break after all that, uh, hard work. Where are we setting up?"

Gary looks around expectantly for a trail of supplies or the flickering light of a fire. Courfeyrac probably has a camp set up in the forest, he figures. Because surely he doesn't intend for them to sleep in this snowy monstrosity. Gary's never thought to sleep in one of the snow forts he would build back home, and he wouldn't consider the thought now.