[There's more scowling and more attempts to lunge and grab the book without disturbing Quentin snuggled comfortably beside him, somehow.]
What do you mean he doesn't? And no, not yet. Maybe that comes after the theat--
[And then he breaks off in a sudden squeaking gasp, squirming away from Tim and clamping one hand over his own mouth to stifle a giggle. Muffled:] Do not. And yes you do, don't lie.
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What do you mean he doesn't? And no, not yet. Maybe that comes after the theat--
[And then he breaks off in a sudden squeaking gasp, squirming away from Tim and clamping one hand over his own mouth to stifle a giggle. Muffled:] Do not. And yes you do, don't lie.
[Very ticklish, sounds like.]