How about we start with handcuffs and work our way up?

[It's unclear if she's joking or not. Especially because she's probably collected the costume accessories to pull it off. In any case, she does seem mighty proud of that sandwich she's just passed over. She catches the flicker of concern in his expression, though, and hers soon mirrors it.] I know. I ate it.

You're not gonna suggest I go out and get a hobby, are you? Because the list of hobbies around this town for women is absurd, Hal. Sewing? Antiquing? Bunco, for God sakes?