Wes laughed, a little maniacally, when the first pillow flew past his shoulder. It didn't stop so much as get muffled when the second pillow hit him full in the face.
And, of course, it only escalated when the strange lady tripped over one of the hideous sample rugs and fell onto her bum.
He dove to his side and rolled, picking up both the pillow that missed him in addition to the one that had hit its target.
"Mama does not seem to be faring so well in this endeavor."
Carefully weighing the pink pillow, he tossed it up into the air and smacked it with the second pillow. It took off right for Harley's face.