John, softly mind you, was knocking his forehead against the nearest hard object...which was Anemone's noggin. "Sweetie? Remind me that I love you and it's generally bad to fall over laughing because then it's so much easier for you to stab me a lot." He dropped his hands into what looked like a hug type position and probably was a hug type position but had the added side effect of keeping Ane close enough that she couldn't punch him in the face. Hopefully.

"You pissed off the Emo Bathrobe and lived? Awesome!"