Me: Ngh. Feels like I didn't sleep at all. Was I tossing and turning?
J.: Oh yes. A lot.
J.: You also accused me of weasels.
Me: I accused you of doing what to weasels?
J.: No, just accused me of them.
J.: I tried to snuggle up to you, and you sat up and went "Hey! Nuh uh! Weasels!" and like, *tsked* at me. Then went back to sleep.
J.: I categorically deny this accusation, by the way.
Me: Hey, the first sign of weasels is denial, you know.