The tittering gives way to a wheezing laugh which does her still-sore ribs no favors but cannot be helped. Imagining Dumas making that face is far too easy, and far too accurate to what she knows of him.

"Oh no! You're right!" She tries to stifle her giggling, similarly as if Dumas might loom into sight, called forth by the sound. "He looks even more like a Big Turnip in cloud form!"

Maybe her nickname for him is a little...obscure.