[He falls over still laughing, now at both her attempts to make whatever the hell that was and because she's tickling him, which with anyone else would have been treated as nothing shy of a declaration of war against his person. It's different when it's another animal (much as he hates to be labeled one and equally hates to label her one, but whatever- so long as no one else does it, he'll be fine with it)- animals, at their core, are only a threat to him when they're hungry and think he looks tasty.
He bats at her ears, laughter dying into wheezy chuckles as he tries to catch his breath.] Oh come on. I don't- I get what you're trying to do, but- [He shakes his head and only props himself up when she goes to get the fish, figuring out what she means immediately. Gingerly he takes his belt off the makeshift clothesline so he can produce a lighter among his other useful tools and begins pushing other sticks and leaves into a pile- careful to not disrupt her monument to Trying Her Best over there.]
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He bats at her ears, laughter dying into wheezy chuckles as he tries to catch his breath.] Oh come on. I don't- I get what you're trying to do, but- [He shakes his head and only props himself up when she goes to get the fish, figuring out what she means immediately. Gingerly he takes his belt off the makeshift clothesline so he can produce a lighter among his other useful tools and begins pushing other sticks and leaves into a pile- careful to not disrupt her monument to Trying Her Best over there.]