Sera needs a moment to work past the cackling in glee part of the night. There's no grace or beauty to it. In fact, some ale ends up coming out out of her nose as she rocks under her table in laughter.

"Oh- you saw his face, right? 'Blah, blah, I'm a stupid armor-face! Nothing can hurt me! Chair!'"

The cackling quiets down to snorted chuckles as she wipes her nose on the back of her sleeve.

"Chair to the back. Good one. Then fist to the face, ha!"

Okay, the laughing isn't done. But she does manage to push a drink over as she falls back into giggling again.

"Idiots."