Only if you say please.

( She quips, lips still quirked into a grin that said she probably wasn't strictly talking about using a hanger to fish out a roll of quarters.

Then again, if it was a metaphor for anything else, it was a terrible one, so... )

Left side, right side, up side, the only thing I haven't gotten under is the downside!

( Without him taking the hanger, she rests it against the side of her chair, giving her arm a break. Glancing down at the box, she eyes the name -- and instantly has a moment of horrified amusement.

That was no candy box! That was.. )

Hey C, do you like playing with water balloons?

( An unopened box of magnum sized Trojan condoms. She determines that with a quick shake of the box, ignoring the heat creeping into her face, since the disgust pretty much fled when nothing looked, well, used. )

I mean, they're condoms, but they make hilarious water balloons!

( Assuming, like she forgets she shouldn't, that he even knows what that is -- the packaging wouldn't be much of an indicator. )