Pencils and paper scatter around the three of you , Harold drinking a cup of soda as he scribbles paper after paper of random doodles. George hung upside down from the hammock , his giggles filling the room with a sweet harmony. Harold spoke between his sips , smirking - holding back a chuckle himself.

“ Well , George? What’s so funny? “

Harold couldn’t hold back a quiet snicker as George replied between his hysterical giggling.

“ I’m writing out comic ideas. “

George and Harold exchanged a look , then the two bursted out giggling.