She started laughing and choked on the last bite of her cookie. "Michael," she said, when she could speak again. "Michael. The general of all the armies of Heaven...got shot by a love arrow." She cough-laughed for a few more moments. "Oh man. I shouldn't be laughing so hard."

She shook her head. "Naw, Irish," she said, patting him on the shoulder. "You're golden. Just...a little warning next time would be good with me."