"Ah, so you're saying you watched me as I slept. Not creepy at all. Hope I looked better than when I was unconscious after being hit by a house." She glared at him. "Damn you. Now im overthinking it. Tell meeeee!" She pretended to shake his shoulder desperately, dramatically swaying him back and forth. In all honesty, it probably felt more like a massage.

"I wasn't watching you, I could tell you were peaceful because you weren't snoring like a freight train." He teased, he almost fell over the first time she swayed him and almost lost the pan. "Hey! Be careful-" He laughed in good-natured surprise. "I won't teeeeell youuuuu," he said, sounding almost competitive in his secret keeping.

"Arse- I didn't sound like A freight train, that was the sound of an AnGeL!" She poked him lightly. "Yes you wiiiiilllll! Ill hypnotise you. Ready, 3, 2, 1, bibbity bobbity boo, you will tell me what is in the pan or I will.. uhm.. tickle you! Yeah. Be afraid. Be very afraid." She nodded proudly, continuing to sway him.

"Whateverrrrr you say," he smiled, though she was behind him and probably didn't notice it. He giggled at the rhyming. "I'm not ticklish hahaaa." He said truimphantly.

"Everyone is ticklish somewhere." She stopped swaying him and tickled his neck with her fingers. "AHAH! Everyone is ticklish on their neck, so go ahead! Admit defeat!" She gave a fake evil laugh. She was extremely ticklish herself, so really this battle could backfire insanely easily.

He grimmed, unfazed. "I told you I'm not ticklish," He looked up at her without turning his head. "Yoooou admit defeat, for I am unticklable." He put the pan off of the fire without looking back and leaned into her with his hands out so he could tickle her sides.

"EEEP-" She started giggling uncontrollably, grabbing his hands in an effort to stop him. "LuuUUUUKE!" She wiggled away and took off to the other side of the fire, smiling at him playfully. "Never! Catch me if you can, Sir Not-Ticklish!"

He cackled in response to her fleeing and shrieking his name. He wiggled his eyebrows. "I am a victim here, I simply acted in self defence." He giggled evilly and tapped his fingers together before putting the pan back on the fire. "You can run but you can't escape the tickleeeees."

"Ah yes, poor Luke, attacked by a vicious woman for simply no reason at all." She rolled her eyes and ran up to him. She poked him on the shoulder gently and danced away from him. "Ahah, but I can do BOTH!"

"I would even go as far as to say mauled." He said, feigning some form of PTSD. He grinned up at her as she ran off again. "If I wasn't cooking this mystery meat I would so chase you." He waved her off. "Go play with the dog or something while I finish up so we can be fueled up for some shopping." He fake gagged.