*Yelping, Alanna falls backwards like a felled tree, frantically trying to get away. It's like being tickled, in a way. She's laughing too hard to fight effectively.

Perhaps it is good that none of her enemies have ever assaulted her with the aid of laughing gas.*

The best


...cookies...

*She scoops snow with both of her arms and flings it at him.*

Birds like snow!