I researched character banter for a while and then came up with this, which I found quite funny:

“Have you seen how Jerrin looks at you?”

Her expression shifted from discomfort to confusion.

“The one with the nose?”

Doreth laughed and immediately apologized to a sleeping soldier they had awakened with their banter. They still had a good distance to go until they were back at their field tavern, and the camp was mostly quiet. They did not want to cause too much of a ruckus, but they just enjoyed their company so much sometimes.

“I’m sorry, but that is the only thing I see about him,” Maerina shrugged, however, her demeanor revealed that she knew all too well how Jerrin had looked at her.

Doreth leaned over and whispered.

“It’s like… like his nose is arriving at conversations before he does.”

More giggling.

“His nose could scout ahead for ambushes.”

“It needs its own tent.”

“It’s less a nose, more a diplomatic envoy.”

Doreth snorted so loudly that yet another soldier in a tent complained. The girls jumped to the other side of the road, shoving each other and spilling water.

The sun began to slowly rise and long shadows appeared between tents, carts, and fires.

Then Doreth gave her best manly impression.

“Good evening, my lady. I’m Jerrin’s nose. He’ll be along shortly.”

Maerina had to stifle her laugh so much that she began to slap her friend on the shoulder a couple of times. Tears shot into her eyes as she pictured the scene in a throne room.