Is Nono of Fire Emblem ticklish?

         Upon feeling a light tap on my right shoulder, I turned to behold a petite lady more beautiful than the day and night together. Her eyes sparkled like polished amethysts. Her auricles, so much prettier than any hume's, tapered. She was crowned with flowing tresses of lime hues, sprouting from her head in the colour of a lime's pulp and flowing down her back in the shade of a lime's rind. She was clothed in a dress of four pieces, a lacy white top which revealed her fair shoulders, her midriff completely devoid of muscle tone, and her naturally hairless axillae when she raised her dainty arms, each of which she adorned with matching detached sleeves, white and fluffy as pristine snow. An emerald-hued skirt extended from just below her slender waist to the verdant turf.

         I gasped in wonder of the fair creature, to which she responded with giggles of pleasant lights. 'Yay, Yoshi likes it,' she giggled happily.

         'Pretty girl,' I breathed, 'How may I assist you?'

         My irresistibly lovely wife answered gaily, 'This is a new outfit just for kicks and giggles and you don't have to do anything in particular for Nono. Nono is glad to take you away from your books and lessons.'

         I smiled affectionately at sweet, lithe Nono and I inquired with the curiosity which doth eat yipyips, 'Pretty girl, are you ticklish?'

         'Nono isn't ticklish at all,' the slight girl answered with a smile and a wink.

         Grinning along with her, I queried, 'Is that so?' and I lovingly caressed her facial cheeks, eliciting cute giggles from the beautiful dragon girl. I fondled her prettily tapering ears, whereupon her expression of mirth ascended into delighted laughter. 'Aww, my sweet wife is ticklish,' I uttered, while we both blushed with pleasure. Nono raised her arms to the heavens and I seized the chance to circle my fingers in her axillae, an action which delighted her, if her rapturous laughter were any indication. I continued to tickle under her arms for a moment, enjoying her pleased chortling, then I experimented with light touches on her shoulders and the sides of her abdomen. She reacted to the former by peals of laughter and the latter by gales of giggles. Such an adorable girl does not exist among humankind.

         When the digits of my hands started to expose Nono's midriff to ye olde coochie coo, she quivered and exclaimed, 'Kyahahaha! Not there!' I stopped the tickling immediately, for it should be a playful expression of love, not unpleasant in any wise. Nono gave me a stunningly cute open-mouthed smile and said, 'Nono is jesting. Tickle Nono all you wish, if you dare.' She winked and stuck out her tongue. Rising to the challenge, I really started in on her, and she laughed in the most beautiful voice this side of paradise.

         I drew a strategist's quill from my pocket and pretended to fill the feather with ink by spinning it in Nono's sculpted navel. The action lifted the adorable mamkute into titters of glee. With the quill's feather end rather than its scratchy tip placed on Nono's bare midriff, which was smooth as silk, soft as feathery down, I wrote in nonexistent ink, 'Note to self: Kobayashi Nono is very ticklish, especially her midriff. When she laughs, she doubles in beauty. Is her sweet spot right beneath her well-developed belly button?' I ended the note by tickling my precious wife where the note indicated, my fingers playing with her hypothetical ticklish spot, just under her umbilicus. I twirled the feather tip of my quill for good measure in Nono's navel, then replaced the quill in my pocket. A silly, lovesick smile was my countenance while I beheld the beauteous girl while she roared with ecstatic, ticklish laughter.

         Calming down in a flurry of super cute giggles, dear, sweet Nono surprised me with the answer, 'Yoshi, listen. Nono must correct Yoshi's strategist note on Nono.'

         She said no more for the moment, so I let out my astonishment, 'Did you really understand the words I wrote on your midriff? I knew were sensitive there, but such precision,' in my amazement, I forgot to finish my sentence. Nono giggled cheerfully and nodded vigorously. 'Well, of course you don't have to reveal your ticklish spot, even to me, if you don't want to do so.' Before I could rephrase a classic strategist's statement about how silly it was to disclose your weakness, the grand dragon in her form starkly resembling a nigh-human lass picked up my right hand, spread my fingers wide, and placed it on her uncovered midriff.

         'It's Nono's tummy,' Nono revealed. Uncertain why, I blushed, as did she.

         'Let me get this straight,' I said in a wobbling voice, as if I were a love-struck youth talking with the young lady of his affection. 'Your tummy is your ticklish spot; you are equally ticklish all over your tummy.' Nono smiled, posed gracefully, and nodded.

         I embraced my dream girl, running my hands through her cascading locks, gently tickling her supple back. 'Yippee!' Nono cheered, 'Nono is so glad Nono met Yoshi's expectations,' she giggled blissfully. Did she just read my mind? 'Yes, indeed. When Yoshi and Nono fell in love, you opened your mind to Nono,' she affirmed amid her cute giggles. That was the stunning blow of the day. My mamkute wife Nono was a shocker and no mistake. 'Eeeek! Please don't faint, Yoshi!' my caring wife exclaimed. Blushing bright red, I chuckled and sat down, breathing deeply with my head lowered toward the green greens. I thought whatever pleased my fair lady would do; I realized I had no need to say it.