No, 'course not. [Ash sniffs and rubs his nose with the back of his hand. That doesn't sound convincing at all; he knows it, Laurie knows it, everyone around the campfire knows it (even if they don't know that they know it since, y'know, no one else is here). So for good measure, he stiffly adds,] Recently.

[But even if something did happen, which it didn't, is he really out of line? Ash doesn't think so. Hell, compared to how Laurie gets whenever she's in one of her moods, he's going pretty goddamn easy on her. This is just playful ribbing between friends. Sometimes you play chicken with your buddies and try to get them to back down by ramping up the weirdness until someone backs down, and sometimes you have to play dirty to even get that far. Laurie should know.

Laurie, who always gets away with being a jerk with everyone because they're either too afraid of her or too stuck in their own heads to call her out on it. In a long list of unfair, shitty things in this unfair, shitty world, that one always stuck out to Ash as particularly erroneous. For reasons he's not entirely clear on, he finds himself latching onto that train of thought instead, and he decides to change the subject. Anything to distract him from the strange feelings the other one dredges up within the pit of his stomach.]

You're one to talk. You coulda just answered the question, but nope. [He looks at Laurie from over his shoulder, ] You can dish it but you can't take it, can ya, blondie?

[There we go.]