Fight Sneeze

“That sounds disagreeable.”
“It was rather disagreeable.”

Marietta pleated the ends of her gingham dress and coughed nervously. She had that tickle in her nose like she was about to sneeze, and the more she focused on it the more she knew it was never going to come. There was an awkward tenderness to small-talk with your boss in pajama pants, and she wasn’t entirely sure she was ready for the responsibility. Besides-

“Bless you,” he said, and she sneezed promptly. With a frustrated mutter she grabbed the hankie out of her sleeve and stuffed her nose into it.
“How did you do that?” she asked angrily, still face-hankied. “That sneeze has been hanging around for days!”

“It didn’t want to disappoint me,” Rosco said glumly. “Nobody ever does.”