Obi-Wan sometimes wasn't aware of his own strength. Loras let out a slight laugh, amused that a friendly gesture could actually hurt so much. He licked his lips and wondered if Obi-Wan was secretly twelve years old, as excited as he was.
At the same time, Loras couldn't help but feed off of his friend's excitement. He grinned and pulled his hair back into a pony tail holder he had around his wrist. "We're eating them, right?" he asked. That's what people did when they went fishing: got a sun burn, go drunk, then ate the fish.