"One-hundred and four actually," he raised an eyebrow at her once she started giggling hysterically and shut him out. He had a fairly good idea he was going to hate whatever it is that she was thinking but he had to know. "No, you can't carry on like this and then not tell me. Tell me what you're thinking."
He pouted when she sobered and then burst out laughing again. "Juniper!" He looked at her slightly frustrated. "Oh would you tell me already?" Really anything he was thinking had to be worse anyway but the way she was going on was making him slightly paranoid. "I feel like I'm the butt of some joke that I'm missing." He probed at her mind trying to get through but no such luck. "Please?"