[ This isn't helping!!! If anything, it's worsening his laughter, and Tsurumaru has to lean against the counter top to keep himself steady. Oh, oh but it's too good. The look on the saniwa's face--that whine--the fact Tsurumaru can, closer now, hear exactly what his master's listening to...

It's too much. Is it possible for sword spirits to die of laughter? Oh, but to have a happy passing at last-- ]

You might have been a frog-- [ Hold on, he can speak. Tsurumaru tries to convince the giggles to subside for at least a moment. ] You might've been a frog that was accidentally dropped into someone's tea and cursed for the rest of your lives, for not hopping out quick enough.

[ ...and then imagining the quiet, fairly reserved saniwa as a frog sets him giggling again. Terrible. ]