Fred's eyes widened when Uriel said he should smite her. Smite. That word was as funny as shag and everyone else seemed to think so too. She started laughing after the angels had, lightly smacking Uriel on the arm. "You're so funny," she declared and happened to be completely serious on that matter. He was a very funny man. Smite indeed.
And Bon Temps was a funny name for a place. As soon as she thought it, her mouth opened and the same thought was given verbalization. "Bon Temps is a funny name for a place," she told Sookie. "I like it." Funny was good. The four of them were all funny and they were getting along well together, so obviously funny was like an adhesive agent. Funny was like glue. There, that sounded right.
At the counter, Fred stood behind Sookie, nodding emphatically to the other woman's order. "That's all right. We've got time. Time is limitless and wibbly wobbly," she declared, as if this should make some sort of sense to the woman behind the counter. "And we're really hungry." That was added as an afterthought but they wouldn't have been here if they weren't hungry, right?