She thunks her forehead against his shoulder and cackles helplessly.

"I don't have my hacksaw either anyway, I'm going to get marked down for coming to school unprepared."

Giggle giggle.

"You've gone and done it again. She'll never recover at this rate."

"Ooooops?"

"Dying of laughter is very uncommon."

Robin continues to snicker.

"She may not die of laughter, but she might die laughing," snorts Ethan.

"What would she die of, then?"

"Car crash. Thirty years from now. Still giggling," Ethan predicts.

"Oh, let's give her till she's eighty at least. I like the image of a little old lady who can't stop laughing because of jokes told in the tenth grade."

"She'll keep trying to tell all the other little old ladies in the nursing home what's so funny but she won't be able to stop laughing long enough to do it!"

Robin covers her face with her hands and wheezes.

"There, there," says Ethan, patting her on the shoulder.

"We can all sit very still and wait for you to calm down if you want," offers Andi.

"Even though it wouldn't be any fun at all."

Robin nods. And leans on Ethan's shoulder again.

Andi sits very still. (Well, she eats.)

Bella also sits mostly very still and eats.

Robin gradually recovers. Soon she is also eating!

"You all right?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Good. So. Welcome."

"What she said."

"This is the most welcomed I've felt all day."