To Ita, it seemed totally natural to laugh like that. And sure, Fisher seemed a little different when he laughed like that, but she could seem different when she thought about her parents.
"Ooo, you need to spread me then. I should be shared with everyone! Unlike other diseases." Giggling, she added, "Or STDs!"
"Um, put your Tripp pants back on. I have an idea..." Grabbing out a nice button shirt in red, and a white under shirt, she handed the items to him. She wanted Fisher to be himself, even if he didn't. It made her sad to think he didn't want to be himself.