Ember had gotten better at little, polite, fake laughs. It'd been a survival skill, figuratively and at least once a little bit literally. There was, however, nothing little, polite, or fake about the laughter bubbling up from her at the mental image of the chaos the two had been describing. She would have to give Smolder a much-belated pat on the back for a prank well done... after she was done ribbing her about having once having her scales been dyed blue.