“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.“Really? The absolute best?” he wondered, as he rolled partially onto his hip, leaning on one elbow in order to get at her more easily, grinning triumphantly as she rapidly lost coherence. “Not sure I believe that.”
“Mmmheheheh — s-stop, Tony, I can’t breathe.” All she could do was flail helplessly at him; she didn’t want to hurt him for tickling her. Whichever way she curled up, he found an unprotected spot, and she couldn’t turn it off for laughing. “T-tony!”