Naomi was laughing. She was actually laughing, and it was like music to his audio receptors. Bit by bit, the Naomi he knew was coming back. It had been, in his opinion, far too long, but she was coming back.

"Do you have to word it like that?" Not that he could think of another way to word it off the top of his head, but it did put him in mind of the girls' teasing.

((ooc; I CAN TYPE I SWEAR.))