"That sounds lovely," she murmured and then blinked a few times as she realized he'd come closer to her. Hic. Hic. Hic. Hic. She was a bit more than tipsy by that point. "The ceilin' is spinnin'. Spinnin' bosoms everywhere!" Hicup, hic, hic. Her mouth pursed and she muttered, "I should sit up, but I canna do it." And then she burst into laughter, Ha, hic, ha, hic, ha!

Tears or mirth filled her eyes and she didn't even realize it until she felt the hot tracks of them dribbling toward her ears. "Och, lad, I don't *hic*know what is so funny."