Zetta stared a moment at this sudden display of petulance, before the pillow smacked him right in the face and detonated like a chicken bomb.

He sputtered for a moment, more out of having feathers in his mouth than any real anger, then burst into outright laughter. The spectacle was just too absurd NOT to laugh, especially since between the two of them they looked tarred-and-feathered, except instead of tar it was delicious ice cream toppings.