She should be offended. She knew she should be offended. Offended, annoyed, scandalized. She wasn't even tipsy, much less drunk. She toyed with her spoon, picked up her water glass and took a drink.

"Penis."

It was a whisper, and this time she couldn't help the giggle that bubbled up. She covered her mouth to stifle it, tried to force her expression to sober. The corners of her mouth twitched in defiance.

"Your turn."