Had Barnabas not been intoxicated with a love potion, he would have had the wherewithal to be utterly mortified at his behavior—and then shrivel up into dust and blow away upon her subsequent laugh. But alas, this was not the case. Instead, he laughed right along with her, thinking how delightful her laugh sounded. Better yet, he had been the lucky soul who had caused it. It was so delightful that he wanted to continue to make her laugh. Only, he wasn't a very humorous man by nature. He needed to do something amusing, and quickly!

"Flobbery-wobbery-worms." was apparently all his love-addled brain could come up with, and then a: "Toodle-mcgrubbins-convivery-jam." for good measure. Utter nonsense, the lot of it, but hopefully it was enouh. He waited with bated breath to see if he had been successful in his attempt to make his beloved just as amused as she deserved.