"What did you just say?"

Marinette clamped her hands over her mouth, but it was too late to call the words back. "N-nothing," she mumbled through her fingers.

Chat Noir grinned in delight. "Princess, did you just pun?"

Marinette set her jaw stubbornly and crossed her arms over her chest, opting to brazen it out. "No, of course not!"

"You did! I heard you! You punned!" He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her from the floor to swing her about in a joyous circle.

She gripped his shoulders in surprise, laughing in spite of herself as he swung her around, and around again. "Put me down, you ridiculous cat," she gasped. "You're making me dizzy!"

"But you punned," he protested, but he slowed and let her slide to the ground, keeping his hands at her waist to steady her.

Their eyes caught and widened as she slid to the floor, both becoming aware of their intimate position at the same time: her arms around his neck, his hands at her waist, and their bodies pressed close together. They stayed in a frozen tableau for several long moments, until Marinette's phone began to buzz, breaking the silence, and the gentle words of Soft Kitty filled the room.

They leapt apart, both of them blushing furiously. Marinette scooped her phone up from her desk, grateful for the distraction, and ignored his smirk at her ringtone as she greeted Alya.