Then her husband pulled at her gown, and she ran out, but laughing still.

My husband and I laughed along with them.

My husband and I looked at each other and laughed.

Her husband laughed and hit the dwarf on the back.

When he had gone, husband and wife looked at each other across the kitchen table and laughed.

'That' should be many years yet," my husband laughed back.

"You were born in the 'wrong century'," my husband laughed.

The husband laughs at her in response and orders his servants to capture the nightingale.

Myself and my husband have never laughed so much in ages, to the point where we couldn't even speak about it without continued laughing.

"I'm not too fond of children," she said unapologetically as her husband, who also works at the clinic, laughed.