Giggle

"Do I even want to know?" Hawkeye asked as soon as she got back to the office.

"In the interests of self preservation, hell no."

"What happened?"

"Prank war. You were out and the rest of us were bored, so we –"

Hawkeye sniffed. "Grapes?"

"Don't ask. Mustang already tried to roast me, then tried to courtmarshal me. Odd how he went straight for me and ignored the other two..."

"Well, you do have a rather large reputation for being annoying and sneaky."

"Oh, now that hurt," Jean said, injured. He tapped the ash off his cigarette. "I'm not annoying."

She snorted her opinion of that. "Then what are you? An incorrigible prankster?"

"Yeah, sounds about right." Jean stretched languidly, rubbing at the bandages on his arm. "But we did pull off a few good ones..."

"And the general is going to be annoyed for how many weeks?"

"Um... I'm guessing four or five." The man stole a glance at her. "Are you mad?"

"No-o. I mean, I probably should be, but right now, I just don't care." She shot a smile at him. "Ask me again later."