She dissolved into laughter... honest to goodness, belly laughter. The sound was rich and warm, not some warble or bird call that upper crust ladies were sometimes wont to do. She wiped the cream off of her face with her thumb, missing some by her lip of course, and stuck the thumb into her mouth like a kid. Then she moved to pack up the food just to get it out of the way, though left the basket open in case he wanted more, and she lay back on the quilt, "I'm having so much fun," she said seriously.