[ He can’t help it. The timing of the pour and Ydris’s reaction strike the right notes to cause a laugh to burst out from him. Maybe it’s because of all of the anxiety he’s had all night, but once it starts he’s having a hard time stopping it.
At first he tries to hide it behind his hand, but it gets much too hardy and there are tears pricking the corner of his eyes. Soon he’s doubled over and holding his middle, trying his best to stop but another new wave hits him and starts him up again. ]
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At first he tries to hide it behind his hand, but it gets much too hardy and there are tears pricking the corner of his eyes. Soon he’s doubled over and holding his middle, trying his best to stop but another new wave hits him and starts him up again. ]