"I'm not laughing at you, I'm laughing on you," Lux counters, which makes the situation seem all the more amusing. Trying to contain herself, she ducks her face into the little space between her elbow and Jason's neck, but it does little good, her shoulders still shaking. How is she still this drunk? It seems like they've been out here for hours, and yet she must still be hammered because she can't keep her giggles from evolving into full-fledged laughter. It feels good to let go and simply be happy for a moment, even if it's over something as silly as all this.