Re: Log: Kevin and Wanda
[That waggle of his eyebrows kept the grin on her face, her arm sliding around his waist to keep their sides pressed together.] Firm. I should be able to bounce a quarter off it.
[And that was so ludicrous, so absolutely silly that she couldn't stop from pressing her face into his shoulder to muffler her laughter. Sometimes it was good to be silly.] But no beards. If there's a beard, I'm running away. And possibly dipping you into a giant vat of wax to help with the removal.
[A grin to show that she was mostly teasing. Mostly.] Ventriloquism might be worse. I'm not letting you sit on my lap.