silence work on her?" He's playing his troll shadow priest, Zwierdo.
Me to the empty living room, "Well it didn't work on me."
I chuckle. "Wait, maybe it did work on me." To the three bathing cats in the room with me, "Can you guys hear me?" They don't even twitch an ear in my direction.
I chuckle at my own joke. I'm easily amused tonight.
My Mister hears my second chuckle, and says, "What? Sorry, Honey. Can't hear you. Boss fight."
I laugh harder.
He says, more frantically, "Boss fight. Can't hear you." I imagine the sounds of the spells and chattering of his guildmates coordinating the fight in his headset, and understand the level of fucos it takes to be a priest in a boss fight in Karazhan.
Me, loudly. "No worries. Just laughing.
Louder still, "Just laughing. Tell you later."