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"It's what I've learned to do under stress. Sorry. Really."
"I'm just playing it dirty." He kissed her cheek.
Dusty hugged her back, then suddenly went to tickle her side.
"E... Es tut mir leid!" He curled into a ball.
Dusty squirmed. "You... you stop this!"
"Bull*squee!*, I'm lots of fun. Look." He morphed into Timber. "Eh?"
Dusty let out an embarrassing yelp, and immediately covered his mouth.
"What?" Dusty followed her. "Saber, that was a completely inoffensive joke." Asmo chuckled. "Ooooo, you messed up."
Asmo put a tentacle to Timber's mouth. "Shut up. That's not any fun."
"Kidding. Just a lute."
"Indeed. I found Vinyl, live and in person."
Dusty found a lute on the shelf. "Oh. Saber, I found something."
Asmo poked back. "Calm down there, kiddo."
"Or an acoustic guitar," Dusty added. "Lute." Asmo poked Dusty. "Hehe. You're old."
Hmm?
"I could help you. I can play the lute, maybe we can cooperate."
"Not bad," Dusty commented.
"Oh, a pan." Dusty facehoofed.
"You... found a pan?"
Dusty looked to see what she found.