Not good at all.

Philip tickeld ehr.

She fell off her chair.

Philip blanched, leaning down and offering her his hands.

She blushed, taking them.

/Sorry!/ Philip wrote, once Maggie was back in her seat. /I was just trying to make you smile./

/That's okay. I'm very ticklish.../

/Me too./

/I'll keep that in mind./

/Please don't!/ Philip wrote, stifling silent laughter.

Maggie smiled softly, blushing a little.

/Whyever not?/

/Tickle him and I'll buy the lillies for your funeral/ Seraphina wrote in small spidery writing, sliding the ntoe down to Maggie.

Philip crossed it out hurriedly.

/I don't like being tickled./

/Neither do I./

/Deal then. No tickling./

/Deal./

/Shake on it?/

/I'm not sure./

/Wuss/ wrote Philip, but he gave her a shy smile. He didn't mean it.

Maggie's smile faded. /I don't know if I can trust you yet./ And with that she sort of turned away from him.

Philip was rather put out.

/Tough luck Phil/ wrote Phin.

/Oh shut it/ Philip scrawled back, and started copying again.

Maggie looked up as the teacher entered.

Philip, Phin, and the rest of the class stood up.

Maggie stood up hurriedly too.

Phin's feet were going to sleep.

maggie was nervous.

The teacher started to write a list of things to do on the board. Phin groaned internally - how dull.