She broke into giggles. “A big rock? Rocks fall, everything dies?” An image popped into her mind of wolfy Isaac, heaving a giant rock over his head and tossing it at a tiny squeaking Jesse, and she kept giggling, helplessly.
“Well, I’d use a stick but I might be inclined to chase after it if I’m transformed,” he stated in all seriousness, before a grin twisted at his features and he exhaled a little chuckle. Arching an eyebrow then, he reached to cup her chin, kissing her on the lips. “What’s so funny?”
“Just — the image of you — throwing a big rock — ” she wheezed, gasping for breath. She curled over onto her side and clutched at her stomach, panting out, “Can’t breathe,” and giggling some more.