[ Adra can't even comfort his poor child; he's too busy nearly choking with laughter. He slaps his hand on the ground, his face reddening, his body convulsing. Oh, Light, it hurts. There's no way through it, either--no spell or potion or other anecdote. As Bel said, they just have to wait.

Five minutes isn't much time, but it stretches out when your body is determined to rip itself apart through debilitating laughter. By the end of it, Adra's flat on the dirt, gasping for breath. ]

You know, I always thought 'die laughing' was just a colorful phrase, but--

[ He gulps air as he struggles, weakly, back to his feet. ]

--I've just seen how it's actually possible. Light preserve me.

[ He staggers forward. Kicks at the teddy bear, for good measure. ]

Let's keep moving.