[The stories are so absurd, one after another, that it's like the laughter shakes itself free from Summer's chest rather than her having any say over the way it escapes her.]

Oh, I miss Beq Lugg. I think —

[And she almost says you would like, for Ezar's benefit, but then she catches herself. It's such a natural, habitual thing for her to do, drawing connections between one person she knows and another, linking them together like strands in a web. But no. No, she needs to be better about that, and so she catches herself long enough to switch tacks.]

I think they'd find all this business of Manna and Synchrony fascinating, don't you?

[She sniffles, then laughs again. Fumbles blindly for G'raha's hand and weaves their fingers together. Tips her head a little into Ezar's touch. Links them together like this, instead.]

In any case, I don't have any silly stories because I'm always serious about everything. Nothing ridiculous ever happens to me, not even a little bit.

[From her tone of voice, it sounds as though she's gently inviting them to tease and harass her about not participating in kind. Possibly soliciting it, even.]