She gave a low and delighted chuckle. Her eyes were black as a moonless December night and reflected the electric lights like stars.

September laughed and her laugh sounded like a roar; as if she had never been able to properly laugh in her whole life, only giggle or chuckle or grin, and now that she could do it right, now that her laughing had grown up and put bells on, it had become the most boisterous, rowdy roar you ever heard.

He paused and manufactured a chuckle.