That did it. She sat up a little bit, just enough to go looking for the ticklish spots. “Can’t help it,” she shot back, in between return prodding. “You lie like a rug.”“That was the worst pun,” he said, trying his damnedest not to sound amused, as he retaliated in kind and tried to deflect her hands. “Ever.”
“Best I could do,” she claimed, giggling and pushing his hands away. It was hard to do both, but she managed a few telling shots. “I hate puns, but sometimes … ” A shrug turned into a squirm away as he found one of her weak points, and then she couldn’t talk for laughing.