So when someone's just confessed her love for someone, and that person shows up unexpectedly, and says things that would be innocuous but for the double meanings, it cracks me up every damn time.
Misinterpretations that are the exact opposite of the true situation are also sources of great delight.
Ah, the delightful combinations that can result with three protagonists, one supporting character, and an antagonist... *giggle* Somewhere, somehow, my comic gift reasserted itself, and we're getting several pages of utter cheese before we get back to the dark and the deadly.
I really need to move more of the action outside. I'm getting claustrophobia on their behalf by having them spend so much of their active time inside...